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And there were shepherds residing in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks by night. Just then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid! For behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people: Today in the city of David a Savior has been born to you. He is Christ the Lord! And this will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

And suddenly there appeared with the angel a great multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying:

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests!”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.”

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph and the Baby, who was lying in the manger. After they had seen the Child, they spread the message they had received about Him. And all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, which was just as the angel had told them. — Luke 2:8-20 | Berean Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. Used by Permission. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 37:11; 1 Samuel 2:34; 1 Samuel 21:12; 2 Kings 19:29; Psalm 103:21; Isaiah 9:6; Micah 5:5; Matthew 1:6; Matthew 2:1; Matthew 9:8; Matthew 14:27; Matthew 21:9; Mark 1:7; Luke 1:11-12; Luke 2:7; Luke 3:22; Luke 24:4; 1 Timothy 3:16

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it’s just one of those croissant days

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we love a recovery

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OMG REBLOG THIS & LOOK AT UR BLOG ITS COMPLETELY DIFERENT

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WHATTHE HELL.

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…You had my curiosity…

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WHAT THE JESUS FUCK IS THIS VOODOO?!

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(I’ll try it

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[after] WTF!?!?!?!?!?! Someone get the fucking salt!

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i’ll try it maybe idk

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HOLY SHIT THATS WEIRD

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Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,

She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,

Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,

Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,

Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,

Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

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[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]

HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT

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I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:

Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt

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@billpottsismygf’s extended version. A beautiful singing voice 🎶☺️

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As planned I’ve extended this even further and re-recorded it with the new lyrics and a guitar part; it’s also a bit better quality. It’s so cool that so many different versions of this song have sprung up already! I recommend having a scroll through them all on @jus-tea‘s tumblr.

(Em)Daddy’s at the (B7)food store, (Em)Mummy’s out of (B7)town, She’s (Em)working at the (B7)hospital since (Em)Rhona (B7)came to (Em)town, (Am)Hide away, hide away, Miss (Em)Rhona’s come to town, (Am)Hide away, (Em)hide away, she’s come to (B7)take us (Em)down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep six feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her one today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I’m missing all my friends, though we keep in touch by phone, I’m learning what it is to truly be alone, Hide away, hide away, even though you moan, Hide away, hide away, or we’ll be lying prone.

My love she says she misses the twinkle of my eyes, But Rhona stalks the streets and to meet would be unwise, Hide away, hide away, we hear the desperate cries, Hide away, hide away, or see the bodies rise.

I feel myself a-coughin’, I haven’t got a mask, It’s work or die for me, though, so who am I to ask, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s on the task, Hide away, hide away, she’s come for me at last.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days, And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt, We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s quite the flirt, Hide away, hide away, her touch is not inert.

Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts, Hide away, hide away, or six feet will be dirt.

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So, i decided i wanted this in Spanish, so i translated @billpottsismygf last version, trying to match the syllables as best as i could considering i don’t know how they work in English

Papi está en la tienda, mami va y viene / de aquí a allá en el hospital con Rhona en la ciudad. / Entra ya, entra ya, la doña* ya llegó. / Entra ya, entra ya, llegó a lastimar

Doña Rhona está en la puerta, a tres metros** estaré / pero el nono*** sólo está y lo tengo que cuidar / Entra ya, entra ya, la doña no se va / Entra ya, entra ya, hoy no podré salir

Extraño a mis amigos, aunque a diario hablemos / siento que me ahogoen esta soledad / Entra ya, entra ya, incluso cuando duele / Entra ya, entra ya, o afuera quedarás

A mi amor ya quiero ver y volverla a besar / pero Rhona por ahí está y no la quiero encontrar / Entra ya, entra ya, se oyen los lamentos / Entra ya, entra ya, por los que ya no están

Me estoy sintiendo mal pero tengo que salir / La culpa es de mi jefe, yo no quería ir / Entra ya, entra ya, la doña ya está aquí / Entra ya, entra ya, yo no alcanzo a entrar

El sol ya no recuerdo, no lo he vuelto a sentir / y Rhona está en la puerta, me vino a visitar / Entra ya, entra ya, y aléjate de mí / Entra ya, entra ya, a mí ya me alcanzó

Todos los días lo mismo, ni sé si ya comí / pero aún si estoy cansado, trato de seguir / Entra ya, entra ya, la dola está contenta / Entra ya, entra ya, de fiesta va a salir

La doña es una reina y ella ya avisó / de noche bajo tierra a tres metros dormirás / Entra ya, entra ya, a tu cama de madera / Entra ya, entra ya, que Rhona lo decreta

Entra ya, entra ya, quién sabe cuánto dure / Entra ya, entra ya, por ahora sólo huye

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*: Doña is the same as Señora, and can be used interchangeably. I’m more used to doña tho, and i like it better, so that’s why i chose it. It’s for respect and used with your elders, and i imagine Rhona to be a woman of around 50, so it fitted

**: tres metros - three meters. Bc in Spanish speaking countries we use meters, i decided to translate the measurement as well

***: Nono is a very specific word for grandfather, taken from the Italian nonno, and it’s used in Santander, Colombia, and nowhere else as far as I’m aware, but that’s the o ly way i was able to make it work so

The second to last verse i added with a word oun, as corona is crown in Spanish, i figured it made sense to say Rhona was a queen

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We need it in Italy too, so… (Translated as best (I had to take some liberties, though) as I could from the Spanish version because the two languages are similar so it would make my job easier)

Papà è in negozio, mamma non è qua:/ è in ospedale perché la Rhona è in città./ Attento, per favore, lei è già qua./ Attento, per favore, male ci farà.

La Rhona è alla porta, a tre metri dobbiamo star,/ ma il nonno da solo non può restar./ Attento, per favore, lei non se ne va./ Attento, per favore, uscir con lei mai si potrà.

Non ho più i miei amici, anche se parliamo ogni dì./ È forse solitudine questa qui?/ Attento, per favore, anche se fa mal./ Attento, per favore, o lei non se ne andrà.

Il mio amore vuole vedermi e darmi un bacio,/ ma la Rhona arriva adagio./ Attento, per favore, non ti lamentare./ Attento, per favore, o da me non potrai tornare.

Non mi sento bene, ma devo andare./ Non vorrei, ma devo lavorare./ Attento, per favore, la Rhona è ancora qua./ Attento, per favore, lei non se ne andrà.

Al sole vorrei stare, ma proprio non si può./ E la Rhona sta salendo, oh no!/ Attento, per favore, lei sta venendo./ Attento, per favore, già mi sta prendendo.

Tutti i giorni sono uguali, non so cosa far;/ sono proprio stanco, spero di potercela far./ Attento, per favore, gioisce del tuo dolor./ Attento, per favore, nel viso non ho più color.

È una regina, una terribile tiranna:/ sotto terra con lei farai la nanna./ Attento, per favore, il legno scomodo sarà./ Attento, per favore, l'ultima decisione alla Rhona va.

Attento per favore, anche se male stai./ Attento, per favore, restare solo non vorrai…

So. If you know even just a bit of Italian, you know that “la Rhona” is not correct, grammar wise. Buuut, I wanted it to sound like the person singing it is from Northern Italy, which was heavily impacted in Italy (and my family comes from there, so I wanted to.)

I also tried to make it sound like it’s a person in their late teens/early twenties, who is trying to not let the fact that they have to stay home with only their parents (who are not there most of the time because their mother works at the hospital, so if she comes home, she has to isolate from her family, and their father is waiting in lines to get the things they all need) and their younger sibling, and is starting to feel depressed because of the lack of stimulating conversations and company and staying always and only in one place all day every day. Then, they have to go to work because their boss decides to reopen and they need the money. At work, even though they do all they have to to avoid getting infected, they do. They feel worse and worse, but go on and pray that it’s nothing serious. Then, it ends with the last verse which is them warning their little sibling to be careful because they know they’re not gonna make it to tomorrow.

…the English version was a bit eerie (the “it’s-late-at-night-and-you’re-the-only-one-outside” kinda eerie). The Spanish one was a little bit creepier (the rhymes started making more sense to my brain in a “ooh yeah, I can hear AND see the rhyme, so it’s there” way). But the Italian one, that *I* wrote? Terrifying. Especially since I spent enough time with my cousin that I could hear it sung by her while I was repeating each verse and line while writing and while proofreading the whole song.

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Keep adding languages!

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a lesson on nonbinary individuals and why we feel the way we do about numerous basic things, such as the mere fact of our existence and our pronouns.

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Little homie 🥺

Sorry for not posting in a while, but I have been going through some things recently, but everything has been getting better lately

Creativity can be a gift or a curse, a blessing or a lesson. It is up to you on how you see it. What is it to you?

To me it all depends on the situation. If I am being creative and making something that people can like, than it can be a gift. But on the other hand, when I make something that I know people will like, but never understand, want, or like than it can feel as if it was a curse.

The reason I would feel as if it were a curse is because, what I make could be of good use for some people, but they would never get it, or purchase it, probably because it is too simple, or too complicated for them to understand, and get. It could also be that the thing that I had made may have too much heart and soul into that they cannot understand it, or they cannot handle the intensity that it can bring, or pass on to the viewer.

At times it can seem like it is a blessing, because I can have the ability to do, and understand things on a whole different level that most people won't be able to understand it on, and may never be able to get to see it from different perspective like I can and it can make me feel blessed to be able to understand it like I can, but at the same time it can make me feel like an outsider, and a weirdo, because I can get too deep with it and make my self stand out more than I wanted to.

The reason why it seem like a lesson is, because I will make a mistake on going too deep, and putting too much heart and soul into what I do, that most people won't understand it, and I won't get the type of feed back that I was looking for, and it may make me get really depressed, sad, upset, and ill. But I will be able to learn from my own mistakes, and be able to adjust how I approach things, and I can also be able to readjust my expectations so that when I get the feed back that I didn't want to get I won't get too upset, and when I get better feedback than what I expected than I will be even happier, and excited than I would of ever imagined.

So the essence of the story, is that everything that happens to you, and how you see it is all in your perspective of what happened to you and what you can learn from it. You should never try to just give up without trying it again with a little bit of a different stance or approach, and a little adjustments to how you will try it this next time around. You also can't expect everybody to understand you, and see things the same way as you do, because as human beings we all have a special ability to be unique, and different from each other by choice, and sometimes by chance. Since we have the ability to be unique, we also have the ability to look at things differently, and adjust how we approach things, unlike animals we have a choice on how we carry things out, unlike our animal counterparts who don't really have much of a choice. So creativity can either be a gift or a curse, a lesson or a blessing, it is all in how you perceive it, and how you look at.

So next time you are being creative, and trying to make something unique, you need to remember that not everyone will be able to see it like you do, and don't get upset about that, because eventually the right people will come along and like, and understand it and then it will all be worth it.

Just to let you know, I too struggle from these exact same things still, but on another level, and I am still trying to find that fine line between being too deep, and not being deep enough so that I will not get too bored and see it as a waste of time, but also so I don't get too deep, and cause most people to not understand it. But with a little observance, patience, practice, adjustment, and time you will be able to find that fine line, and be able to make some of your wildest dreams come true, and you will not get too upset about things not going your way, and you will be able to enjoy what you do as it is, and be able to enjoy life fuller and better. You will also wake up everyday and be excited to be able to do what you love and strive for, and you will be happier and more excited everyday.

Thank you for reading my post, and I hope you have a great, exciting, blessed, and beautiful day!!

Alternative Thinkers "Think Differently".

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““If there is just one person that enjoys your work isn’t it all worth it? What if that one person was yourself?””

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A guide dog practicing cheering their human up

Everybody that is or was in your life is meant to be in your life, it is just meant for certain times in your life. They are either meant to be in your life for a certain amount of time and then you are supposed to cut them off for the rest of your life, or they are meant to be in your life for a little while, then take a leave of absence for a little while longer, and then reappear when the time is right.

The only hard thing is that no one can tell you which one is happening at what time, and no one can tell you what to do about it at that moment in your life, it is all up to you to know and decide.

There will also be people that come into your life for a little while, because they may of appeared in your life to early and they are not ready to grow, but you have the power to help them grow when they are ready to grow. Sometimes you have to cut them off for a little while or even for years but you should try to check up on them to see what level they are at in there life. When you feel the time is right you may help bring them back into your life so you can help them grow and be bold.

But as time goes on it is up to you to continue to grow no matter what happens in your life, because it is everybody's responsibility to try to grow and be bold before they die and grow old.

This all has randomly came to me earlier today, and I thought that I should share it with you all, because I know that it might help someone who is in that very same situation.

~ Alternative Thinkers "Think Differently".

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How To Taste Divinity

Light candles and sit with them in the dark. You are light upon light.

Wear silk and lace and fall into bed

Wear whatever makes you feel connected and at ease

Talk to the stars, read them poetry, tell them how much you’ll miss them in the morning.

Make tea with some milk and honey and breathe in the steam curling up to your face

Take a bath and sink so the water is up to your neck. Feel the air struggle to slowly fill your lungs and come back up, breathe deeply (you don’t need fancy bath bombs/salts/flowers but if you have them then great)

Feel your heartbeat at the pulse points: wrist and neck. Then press your hand against your chest and feel your heart beating again and again.

Imagine the blood rush with each pump and acknowledge that it’s not in your control and that’s ok. Someone’s looking out for you.

Make eye contact often. Even if it’s for a split second.

Talk to a plant, give it water, nature is always there for you, waiting.

Try to feel moonlight. Bathe in it and feel it’s power to wash over you.

Reach out to graze rays of sunlight with your fingertips and slowly sink your body into sunshine as it seeps into your bones and reminds you of your own warmth

Drive down an empty highway with the windows down and imagine you’re the music being whisked away on the wind

Let yourself feel the love you have for everyone in the world. Drown in it. When you feel alone remember this abundance and know it’s reciprocated by someone somewhere. <3

What INFJ means to me.

To me INFJ is not my personal personality, but it is a way of showing and explaining to other people the way I think and the way I process information. It is also a way I can express myself to others, but it is not who I am. Yes on paper or on a test I am an INFJ but in reality I am more than just a personality type, I am me, I am a special, unique, interesting, and intriguing individual, just like you are your very own special, unique, interesting, and intriguing self, and you are who you are.

Let me explain. I am an INFJ but it does not define who I actually am as a person, I am more than a personality type. I am a human being and I like different things than most people, and that is what separates me from other people. For example I may like chocolate and you may not like chocolate, I may like cats and you may like dogs, I may like big cars, trucks, and SUVs and you may like small cars and SUVs, and that is yours and my personal opinion and preferences, and those things are just some of the things that can separate you from the rest.

You may of been brought up by a rich or middle class family, and I may of been brought up by a poor or lower class family, and yet we both may have the same personality, but two totally different characters, and characteristics. I may of had to work a lot when I was younger to help support my family, and you may of had your family support you the whole time while you were in school or had to work very little, Those are some more examples of things that helped you build your very own character, and separate you from the rest of the people in the world.

What I am trying to get at here on this post is that people often get character and personality mixed up. People often think that they are not a certain personality that they were typed to be, because they don't act, think, respond, or feel the same as other people of the same personality type, and that is ok. The reason for this is because no one is exactly the same as anybody else in this world, you may feel the same or act the same towards something, but you may not respond the same or think the same about it, and that is because you both have different perspectives of things, and different characters, and that is the beauty of being a human being.

Since we are all human beings we can't really be put in a specific "box" or "labeled" like most people think you can, and that is because we are humans. we have the ability to be what ever we choose to be and to do what ever we want to do, as long as it aligns with our personal morals, and it is ethical. For example a dog can't be a cat because it is unable to change its self, but it can integrate some of the cats tendencies, but it is not able to be a cat. Just like a bird can't be a fish, or a turtle can't be a rabbit, because they have a lot of different restricting factors, because a bird can drown if it tries to live in water all the time, and a turtle can't hop or run like a rabbit because its legs are to small. But us as human beings, we don't have as much limitations as animals and objects do. We are able to see our limitations and try to work around them, and make them work for us in our favor, unlike animals who don't have the ability to comprehend stuff like we can, or think about things that we can think about. An animal is only able to be an animal unlike with us we are able to be pretty much anything and do pretty much anything we desire.

What I am trying to get at here is that we are human beings who think different, talk different, speak different, look different, feel different, act different, and are able to be different and that we should not hold onto a personality type with a closed brass fist (or a death grip). We should instead hold onto it lightly like you are holding a soft fluffy little kitten. You should not try to be perfect because as humans we are not perfect, and we may never be perfect, and that is perfectly fine with me, because it shows us that we are all the same and that we all always have room for improvement and growth, and that we can always be able to change and make our selves different from other people, but always be the same because we all are humans and non of us are perfect.

So why would you hold onto a personality with a death grip, when you can accept it and hold onto it lightly, and let it be. Besides a personality type should only be used to describe your train of thought, how you interpret and process information, how you respond to things, how react towards something, and it should also be used as a tool for self improvement/self growth.

~Alternative Thinkers "Think Differently".

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I made some depressing “growing up autistic” memes

And yeah this is for the adhd peeps too

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I'm not autistic, and they used to think i had ADHD when I was younger. But now since I have grown up I realized that it is just part of my personality. I am an INFJ, but I don't always associate myself with it for certain reasons. And now since I have grown up I can smell out all of the bullshit, and I try to not let the bullshit phase me.

This is a poem that I had made when I was depressed/sad a few days ago and just got around to finishing. This is part #1 and there will be a part #2 of it. I don't have a name for it yet, but if you have any suggestions feel free to comment it.

Everyday of my life I feel like I am a stranger, and everytime I look around, things keep getting stranger and stranger.

Sometimes I reflect back on my life about a time when I had no cares. But now when I look at my life I feel as if i am a stranger.

I don't even know who i really am, but yet again does anybody even know who i am?

I feel as if the world keeps throwing signs at me, but I don't even know how to handle them.

I try to avoid any missteps and downfalls, but I always somehow fall right into them.

I try to reach out for change, but when I do start to change, I always go right back to the same old things that keep breaking me.

I feel like as if the world is crushing me, but I can still reflect upon a time when the world was in my hands.

Everytime I try to Express myself to someone I feel as if they aren't even listening to me, but when they ask me to listen to them I just sit there and listen to them.

I feel as if my mind is a war zone, and every day I keep on fighting my demons that are within.

I don't show the world how I really feel, because in the end who really cares.

I hide behind my mask, and try to not let myself show. Some may call that being fake, but that is my own way of protecting you from my demons that are within.

While I am writing this down I am shedding a few tears, not because anybody is really going to listen, but because I am really looking at what is within.

Even though I am sad now, I know that soon it will all pass over.

But everytime it passes, it always has a way of coming back over to me again.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but my eyes feel all hazy and blurry.

They feel hazy and blurry Not because of the tears, but because I am afraid of the unknown.

Maybe they feel hazy and blurry, not because of my fear, but because it is protecting me from something that is unknown.

I feel as if every time i pull out of this depression something keeps roping me right back in.

I kick and i scream, but no one can hear me.

I yell and I cry but no one can see me.

I ask and beg for someone to just listen, but no one seems to hear me.

I tell the world my emotions, but don't nobody even feel me.

My heart is full of pain and agony, but I don't even think that is the real me.

What if everything that I thought was me, wasn't even the real me.

What if what I thought was me, was just what other people thought and expected of me.

What if I saw the real me, would I even be able to recognize me?

It's kind of funny how everything you thought was you, wasn't even the real you.

You sit there and think you know you, but in the flip of a switch you don't even really know you.

When you look in the mirror, do you even notice you?

To be honest, sometimes when I look in the mirror I ask myself who are you?

But I get no reply, and all I feel sorrow.

It feels like this depression is getting the best of me, but in the end I will get the best of it.

I used to have a drive for excellence, but yet lately it feels like I keep losing it.

(To be continued).

Sorry for the sad/depressed poem but Thses are just a few things that I have been going through lately, so if you want to you can stick around for part two.

~Alternative Thinkers "Think Differently".

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“It’s so nice when toxic people stop talking to you. It’s like the trash took itself out.”

— Unknown

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So true.

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