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#selfreflecting
It’s a quiet kind of anxious, nothing sharp, nothing loud, Just a whisper in the background thinking way too proud. No fires left to put out, no deadlines chasing me, Just a room full of stillness and a mind that won’t agree. I’m alone with the silence, but it won’t sit still, Like it’s searching for a problem just to prove that it will. All the back-burner worries start to hum soft and low, Strange how nothing is wrong, but it won’t let me go. They say I don’t know resting, don’t know how to just be, Without reaching for a reason, without needing to see. If I loosen my grip, would the feeling pass through? Or just echo in the quiet like it always seems to do?
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
a strange kind of anxious
_We got another sell. Another day we set sail. My purpose interconnected to a multitude of cosmic energies. Searching in the midst for higher realms to dwell. Breaking free from self composed hell. The world is my playground and all is well. If I was meant to fall. I would fail. My black *** is living lively and peacefully. An infinite soul ties to many lifelines. Free from harm and not meant to be caged in jail._
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Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 5:04 AM UTC
Freedom