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SLEIGHT OF HAND .
You have tried you know until you are sick and tired. I know life isn’t for everyone some thrive, and others just survive. If I was a psychologist I would pick away at why. Stable childhood to a neglected brutal one where you definitely didn’t want to be seen let along utter any words except maybe yes even though deep down you meant no.
If your foundation is weak at the start, you feel you already need to make repairs. Funny thing is you neglect yourself with your tool belt on and you fix and resuscitate others lives with too much love and attention to detail because you don’t want them feeling insignificant or a second thought. You want them to be first in line for all of this crazy journey without cement in their feet.
You though become a people pleaser to avoid looking to deeply for the why. You are not a psychologist you are a human being often not rational and very sad, but you can’t accept another’s helping hand. What’s that for to lull you into a sense of security man I have been here before and can’t you see I am a few bricks short, and I wobble as I walk but I am fine as I am. Jog on I am not what you thought I am in no man’s land but paradoxically the lack of population makes me feel safe and secure maybe with a good pinch of avoidance and a mind that’s been built with slight of hand and little thought.
If your foundation is weak at the start, you feel you already need to make repairs. Funny thing is you neglect yourself with your tool belt on and you fix and resuscitate others lives with too much love and attention to detail because you don’t want them feeling insignificant or a second thought. You want them to be first in line for all of this crazy journey without cement in their feet.
You though become a people pleaser to avoid looking to deeply for the why. You are not a psychologist you are a human being often not rational and very sad, but you can’t accept another’s helping hand. What’s that for to lull you into a sense of security man I have been here before and can’t you see I am a few bricks short, and I wobble as I walk but I am fine as I am. Jog on I am not what you thought I am in no man’s land but paradoxically the lack of population makes me feel safe and secure maybe with a good pinch of avoidance and a mind that’s been built with slight of hand and little thought.
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