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I betray myself every day, I keep managing to get in my own way

I’m full of pain and I don’t know how to heal myself. It’s excruciating at times. The only presence I feel within myself is pain and sadness.

As if the screams of the universe are echoing my own.
I live forever scarred in this existence I call home.
For now, at least, I must survive through this confusion
And shatter this reality that is, in fact, just an illusion

As if the shinning sun is mirroring my brightness,
That I have forgotten deep inside, living in my sadness.
Until I learn the ways my soul has made for me:
To shine brighter than the stars, from here to infinity

And yet, I write, unaware of my own true nature
Walking in the dark, so slowly, evolving for my future.
When these words will be a beautiful reminder
Of the reason I’m here, to simply meander.

As if these words, written today on this paper
Are showing me the way to become something greater
To become myself, as I was always meant to be
Before distorted by this weird and fake reality.

And yet, the end seems somewhat afar, still flowing
As the ink of this pen, all black and all knowing.
Much more than I can appreciate in my state
My truth flowing through my mind with such haste

As if unraveled my own words and thoughts,
As if this all, is still too good to be true, perhaps..
Listen to this, ye who reads this piece of paper
You exist so you can enjoy who you become later

A dialogue of my own, unpolished and true
A healing, much needed by the likes of me and you.
I offer you, love as I offer myself in this writing
And may these words change some hearts, like a lightning,
Passing through and through, from one to another,
Enlightening the souls of those who accept, our lover.

It’ starting to end, my final words for the day:
Whatever you do, even if you get lost or walk astray,
If you betray yourself or cause yourself pain,
If you lead yourself in deeper confusion or chains,

Remember, forgive, not other, but you.
Send yourself a hug, a small kiss or two,
Love yourself in whatever you do, every single possible day,
There are no mistakes in this world.. only very different ways.

Whoever you are, I’m speaking directly to you,
Remember, that I, like the others, love you!

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