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There have been moments in my life where the lights are on but, I’m not home. And most the time you’d never know. As the landscaping is manicured to the T. So no one questions regarding my internal upkeep. Which is why external beauty is an essential need for me to further deceive. Because if the outside looks pretty, they wont focus on the occupant, this skin sack keeps. They are blinded by the bedazzled image their eyes meet. They assume the inside is just as shiny prim, and neat. Oh boy what a lie most of us keep. So close to the soul windows, past where vision and creativity meet. Having beauty on the outside, still doesn’t make the inside a warm and pretty place to be. I have got years of ugly lies rotting and waiting to be pruned from my mind. Before I can get comfortable enough in my skin to actually invite someone else in. So I am working on pruning and remodeling my insides. I knocked down a few walls to reduce corners for ugliness to hide. Reminder, this isn’t a self help project that has a near end or foreseeable deadline. Mending the mind takes time. Changing behaviors, and patterns, doesn’t happen overnight. Remember, even if you have the best looking lawn, your insides may still be a wretched and vile swamp.