Thoughts

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waking up with this force, the ability I need. envisioning the idea of life may I proceed. the filtered spirits of those involved in greed. deafening to the tones of the cults creed. rules not followed by lessons we barrowed from others too. living and loving I say this to you. the tides turn to reverse the sea. these unnatural forces abide by me. sailing away into my own memory.

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