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[ferrero-rochey]

Smile softly Mourn quietly Cry lightly

Whatever you choose just don’t do it too harshly At the expense of self

Pray heavy Laugh loudly Kiss sweetly

Too much of it all seems like too much to handle Too much of it seems like it was a mistake

But honey breathe easy because the world rewards sincerity 

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I’m trying to set a revival of my old self,

My Golden Self. A revelation for my own self,

Reconciliation within my new self.

(to be continued)

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An Unedited Mess of Words (from an emotional mess)

When you’re sitting on the sidelines, wishing you had followed the guidelines of acceptable social conducts.

Have you ever felt like someone has opened you up and poked at every last thing that you feel like you’ve lost your value? (Like a gem chiseled away at)

What is it about our insecurities that we feel as though no one else is experiencing them but everyone is.

That too many pick up their own scalpel at start dissecting themselves.

Running water of the faucet race my tears as the trail down my face and wash over the brush of judgement they’ve faced all day.

I’m not sure I can keep giving myself away to people, investing in people, believing in people,

With nothing much left for myself. I need to grow too...

My own light is not enough to shine through the darkness I feel that suffocates me with the quietness of the world.

Sometimes it seems like my acne shines brighter than I do.

Shuffling through this existence with the fear of near turning bright enough to make it past those dark clouds in the sky while

I sit contemplating and comparing,

I see myself in a mirror, my reflection farther away then any fantasy or picture can take me.

The fear of putting myself out there and trying blends with the fear of failure to create the fear of an undetermined soul.

I need a timeline, some sort of guidelines to follow because I feel like I keep falling behind everyone else, no better than the people I left behind because they fell from my hopes and dreams and expectations,

And in turn I fell below all of them myself. 

But through it all, I ask

Have I fallen from grace? Or is this God’s plan?

(An emotional response to Tarriana ‘Tank’ Balls poem “What You Tell Yourself When You Think No-One’s Watching”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IBDB0ppKsY

Do yourself the favor of watching this piece of absolute magic that still has my emotions stirring within me)

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Was God lonely when he made man?

Craved a being to love and be loved so he carved his love in lovely beings

That have turned their backs on the goodwill of the greatest man...

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The omniscience of the moon captivated me each and every time. It looked more fragile and more beautiful than any other celestial object I had seen before.