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Repurposed Decadence


I have another molted moment. Just now there was a guy who passed by and he sucks in his stomach. Like he was insecure. (I am at my part time right now). Anyhow, I am thinking back of how 'everyone is doing what will give their peace of mind' thought, of that perspective, or epiphany I had back then. Now, I'm redefining it. I have been in a tough moment with my boyfriend this past week. So I'm thinking that everyone is doing, with their very much sharpened and solipsistic way of seeing the world.

Think about red sarah, you are red. You have always been red. But you are red with purpose. You are red, with a grey undertone. And that blue mood. You have always been red, you are red at soul. You have always been. That was always you.

so my point, is to act nice anyhow. There is none to be known. Ingratiate like you're always grateful. There is always so much and too much and so much to take. So, let the cuts, cut you, as you are always cut. You are flesh sarah. You are red, you are blood, but you are not alive. You have given up. You have given up for all that was and you are always accepting of everything because you realize the insanity of life and what is. It's as insane as the story of heaven and hell. And you know its real. You take it. Take it like a silent call of nothing. Your purpose is repurposed by decadence. The truth you know is from God. And that is all, you pray. 
You are like the high the coffee gives you. That is all. That is all.

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