Late night thoughts
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Some late night thoughts I've found myself wondering, it's hard watching so many behave so unkindly to not just others but also themselves. It's sad to watch and it needs to change. The only way I can be the change, is if you can see the change. So I'll share myself with the interweb and hope it reaches many who are feeling a void within. This is just one of many more to come. I've been away longer than I should have ever allowed myself to be, for that I apologize to all of you, for withholding the truth I've found while searching the darkest places within me. I hope through my words you are able to actually see, and that my perspective can help you see yourself better and maybe your own world in a more refined light. It's how we all learn and grow, with and from others, right? FYI... the more passionate I am about a subject the more I tend to rhyme my message about it. For people that are less retentive rhymes help it stick better, also, it's kept me from getting beat up by some people because I tend to be saying hella real sh*t many kinda know but don't wanna hear... I thought it couldn't hurt to try... I have found it highly effective, in making me able to deliver my messages, I knew wouldn't be immediately received, without getting beat up. Heh, people are so enamored at the fact, shit started to get real and I began rhyming, they forget to get blind from seeing red and completely lose their rage. Ironically, I've also noticed that when I am the most pissed off at someone, I rhyme at them when I talk and I just don't really argue anymore. It's weird, I'm aware but I don't hate it, it's hilarious and makes serious and necessary situations, a little more bearable for everyone involved. Usually, most of the time. 🤷🏻♀️✌🏼💜 it's all love. I don't know what else it could be.
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