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It Was The Death of Something
Oh round world
spinning out of control
how in the hell were we supposed
to know that this life, is, was, fleeting
were born and so we live
didnt get much choice in it
but we did what we did
and all paths come to an end,
just hoping with all this shit
we don't lose what's important.
Our true selves.
spinning out of control
how in the hell were we supposed
to know that this life, is, was, fleeting
were born and so we live
didnt get much choice in it
but we did what we did
and all paths come to an end,
just hoping with all this shit
we don't lose what's important.
Our true selves.
Published 30th Jan 2020
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30th Jan 2020 12:41pm
That reminds me of a snake curled up comfortable yet ready to strike when needed.
fitting for the mind-set of this Write.
Always Unique-Never Lose Yourself (Truth there)
fitting for the mind-set of this Write.
Always Unique-Never Lose Yourself (Truth there)
30th Jan 2020 4:15pm
30th Jan 2020 6:07pm
Well, we're fucked the moment we do! Our authentic selves is the true navigational compass innately within us. I love that necklace in the photo!
31st Jan 2020 3:29pm
31st Jan 2020 12:39pm
our true selves..the basal core so unchangeable ...the esence of One..reads coping up with the existential spins & runs ....& but all emphasizing ..praying for the ... true selves . i feel this spiritual & liked the way you arrive at this albeit when faced with the generous brutal twists of what is offered daily... loved the pic & poetics ..in all brevity N..write on:)
31st Jan 2020 3:30pm
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