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Hey, would you care to chat? Actually, I think you should take a seat, and listen as a matter of fact.

Don’t take this too hard but you’re invasive, like English Ivy; smothering.

You are very ostentatious.

Seeking any eyes admiration.

You’re pretentious and that word could be found carved into your tooth’s cavity, by a craigslist dentist.

Probably how you started to speak your own language.

Guess it’s expected the Novocain has you singing notes of your testament, in Life’s chair found is your true confessions.

What has you trembling, feeling like now’s the time to confess your sins?

The end has always been subjective, but nonetheless expected.

He forgives , though sadly humans don’t forget, the wrongs onto them that were committed by wickedness.

Recently I learned that it wasn’t by a stranger who made me hurt, it was but a memory of one of my past characters.

That cuts.

So it’s onto getting through overcrowded unreliable thoughts from different versions that were shed, when we changed and evolved on, just a memory in our head.

Moments of you, from versions of few, where all the characters were played by no one other than you.

Lead was always within you.

That is what I just learned.

That everyone you meet, everyone you’ve hurt, they are just external parts of you existing still trying to gain worth.

Its an odd truth to observe, but it tickles your thoughts and makes you reconsider, being unkind to anyone as they are just a reflection of you from the past lives that lived within you.

By Sierra Mazzucca