What you see is not you, and never has been, you c urself in the mirror n think how beautiful i am, or how ugly i am, but that is not u, nor was it ever, nor will be, but wat is u has become lost among the layers u have been told r u, n these layers do exist of course but they r only a shell, a momentary cover, vehicle for us to travel and experience, but the tru message has been lost throu the ages by those who have craved power and have become lost themselves, as greed and the darkness consumes them
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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