10,000 lightyears later and I'm still sucked down into the wormhole of your hatred. I will not grab that silver thread winding from the exalted place you claim to be your birthright: Your narrative doesn't wash and the food you eat is poison.
Sweet heart, somebody is feeding with poison instead of trying to find love within the heart.Nothing is outside of ourselves! if only people will understand that. The hatred space is dark and ugly and if one stays in that space for long will forget how the light of the sun is hugging the soul once we allow it to shine from within.
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Sweet heart, somebody is feeding with poison instead of trying to find love within the heart.Nothing is outside of ourselves! if only people will understand that. The hatred space is dark and ugly and if one stays in that space for long will forget how the light of the sun is hugging the soul once we allow it to shine from within.
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