The more I live
The less I believe
That purpose
Exists
And if it does
It was never
Meant for me
I’m the virus
I’m the monster
I’m the one
That should go
SELF
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Such a dark feeling, so beautifully expressed. And the art you’ve been putting with the poems is amazing.
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HASTY – Purpose?
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This is, an awful way to feel about the self, and, it must’ve been from, the feedbacks that one receives, from her/his, earliest, social, interactions, with one’s own, parents, and, chances are, the person, will, see her/his, external environment as, hurtful and danderous, out to get her/ him and, never be able to, form that, connection with a, significant, other in one’s, life, destined to be, all, alone ..
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Some times, we need the monster. #NSearcher
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