3 Souls
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Last published Thu, Apr 21, 2016
"I am to talking to those of you that have literally 3 souls. Just like 3 roses. Not necessarly black, white and pink, but some color that for you represents "bad" "a mix" "and good". You can't make up you mind between them, do you? Some days you want to be good, help people, make someones day a bit brighter. But then, there are those days that u feel jelous of someone, or some kind of negative feeling and you just want to say "fuck it, i will take care of myself from now on and be selfish". Well that, my dear, is what i go through on a daily basis. Some people call it "bipolar disorder", and i don't think that goes with this, this is more intense than bipolarity."
I am writing this so can take care of myself. This helps me maintaing a balanced vibe between hate and love.
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