spiruatuality comes.... to those who open there eyes.... sometimes i wish, that i could open the skies..... and force the rains of self realization.... to fall upon me..... self reliance is overated.... theres always room for help.... being alone can drive you crazy, so why be by yourself... too many moments alone, im afraid has brought me here..... being self destructive.. seems like such a strange disease..... im not even sure if thats a good analogy.... cuz sometimes it seems to be only affecting me...... thats probably just my tunnel vision, once again coming into play..... and of course its always present.... each...and every day.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Aries
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