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That is generous of you to request my insight on what you write, please review my response with an un-ending mind. So thank you but I must decline... I read so much but mainly I just write. I fear if I read your work, I would only find myself discouraged once again. Understand that writing releases some of my inner pain, It doesn't matter who's pain, why or from where it came, I just have to let it out all the same. It doesn't matter if it's for an injustice done against me or against another... I feel it all the same. For 1 example; if the pain is about an injustice done to another then I don't question as to why they don't speak up. I figure I've had peace in my life, more than enough, to make up for what other's go without. So see, I build up a little confidence, from time to time. Falsely convinced that I've talent in my own writing's & fooled to believe they would actually be of some help. Then the blinders fall off when I start reading another's work, revealing to me what, TALENT, really means. Then I put my pencils and my paper up along with my diluted ideas that I can help. The emptiness swallows me when upon realizing, my words will never be read or heard. They're not good enough. I write hoping to make a difference. So, I ask you, "what's the use in trying raise awareness for any purpose?" So yeah, then the depression coils within me turning into a knot, it gets so tight that if I don't bounce to write, I might as well die. In spite of trying to hold it in, my veins ink the blood out, forced pulsating feelings and raw emotion's splatter into words. I do feel that addressing one injustice at a time helps this world to be little more kind, if only for 1 at a time. So, I'd rather stay on this same mirago round and not get off this time. I know once it stops, the pain resolves. But not really! Only long enough to settle before it sour's into depression. Recounting in my mind, I'm worthless, a fool, thinking my words could make a difference. At least not in this world much less for 1 person treated unkindly. The mirago round stops and the world's the same. Nothing's changed so no, thank you... I'd rather spin deliriously, believing that I did 1 right thing, even if it's changing just 1 person's state of mind. So instead of getting off to stand, I'll stay on my delusional ride, unlike you at least I'm not pretending to take a *ucking stand for what's right! This is my answer in poetic form. May God forgive for the profanity, at least it's not hypocrisy! Right? Oh I forget, the one's that are in a postion are the ones who forget about serving for a mission, they lack moral vision of what's right! I guess then I bid you night. #VenjencieArnold #SacredInkedBlood #MyDelusionalRidewrittenbymeon True!! I hate feeling this way. God forgive me if I'm wrong and help me to stay strong esp if I'm right. Blessings, Venjencie © 4 months ago, new edit by me on ©09/23/2018 SacredInkedBlood
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
SacredInkedBlood
"My Delusional Ride" written by me on ©05/19/18
That is generous of you to request my insight on what you write, please review my response with an un-ending mind. So thank you but I must decline... I read so much but mainly I just write. I fear if I read your work, I would only find myself discouraged once again. Understand that writing releases some of my inner pain, It doesn't matter who's pain, why or from where it came, I just have to let it out all the same. It doesn't matter if it's for an injustice done against me or against another... I feel it all the same. For 1 example; if the pain is about an injustice done to another then I don't question as to why they don't speak up. I figure I've had peace in my life, more than enough, to make up for what other's go without. So see, I build up a little confidence, from time to time. Falsely convinced that I've talent in my own writing's & fooled to believe they would actually be of some help. Then the blinders fall off when I start reading another's work, revealing to me what, TALENT, really means. Then I put my pencils and my paper up along with my diluted ideas that I can help. The emptiness swallows me when upon realizing, my words will never be read or heard. They're not good enough. I write hoping to make a difference. So, I ask you, "what's the use in trying raise awareness for any purpose?" So yeah, then the depression coils within me turning into a knot, it gets so tight that if I don't bounce to write, I might as well die. In spite of trying to hold it in, my veins ink the blood out, forced pulsating feelings and raw emotion's splatter into words. I do feel that addressing one injustice at a time helps this world to be little more kind, if only for 1 at a time. So, I'd rather stay on this same mirago round and not get off this time. I know once it stops, the pain resolves. But not really! Only long enough to settle before it sour's into depression. Recounting in my mind, I'm worthless, a fool, thinking my words could make a difference. At least not in this world much less for 1 person treated unkindly. The mirago round stops and the world's the same. Nothing's changed so no, thank you... I'd rather spin deliriously, believing that I did 1 right thing, even if it's changing just 1 person's state of mind. So instead of getting off to stand, I'll stay on my delusional ride, unlike you at least I'm not pretending to take a *ucking stand for what's right! This is my answer in poetic form. May God forgive for the profanity, at least it's not hypocrisy! Right? Oh I forget, the one's that are in a postion are the ones who forget about serving for a mission, they lack moral vision of what's right! I guess then I bid you night. #VenjencieArnold #SacredInkedBlood #MyDelusionalRidewrittenbymeon True!! I hate feeling this way. God forgive me if I'm wrong and help me to stay strong esp if I'm right. Blessings, Venjencie © 4 months ago, new edit by me on ©09/23/2018 SacredInkedBlood
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