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I am here now.  It took me a while, but i am here now. I could've done it earlier, but i am here now. It would've been easier doing it then, but i am here now. So no need to pretend, or defend, why not then.
The Lord said, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
The past twelve months I've been a pebble  Drifting in the sea.  Floating at the surface then being violently turned around:  Disoriented and unaware and  Dizzy.  The current will stop for a second, 
Stress is a monster that consumes us, Breaking us down from the inside out, Acting like a pimple and its puss, Swelling with insecurity and self doubt.  
I have felt pain in my life. The kind of which many can relate. I know that pain, therefore I know the idea of fate. You end up down and out finding yourself without cause. Even sometimes finding yourself clinging to social withdraws.
Hand to cheek Whispering streams Flicked away with solidarity   My father lives Thanks rooted to his soul Fragility pinned to his heart 2/3 cut away from his stomach
Who am I without a filter? For the past four yeasrs, I haven't had an answer to that question  I've spent so long trying to become littler  I've tried to disappear which is something I probably should mention
There I was another day spent counting miles subtracting calories calculating deficits.   Run, run to look good, run to look pretty, run so boys will like you.  
Childhood Be good Take your nap Eat your greens Too many sweets Makes you sick   Running wild Making up games We live without shame Playing princess And Power Ranger
the flourescent lightson her iridescent skinreveal the railroad tracksof her train with no brakes"all aboard," the ageless conductor criesshe climbs in.
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets. But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
I have a bad habit of developingbad habits.
He who is Freeis a friend of Me.Any who want Slaveryor Security is my Enemy.So leave me Beor I'll cap your Kneeand sell your Kidney. - End
For too long, anxiety and depression have been the rulers of my life.             A ruthless king and his queen, with faces of iron and eyes of flame. Trauma is the groom, waiting for PTSD, his soon-to-be wife.
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