~{Deceit & French Fries}~

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Once upon a time there was a coin. She was valued, rare, and polished. The bounty she belonged to was sacred. Over time the the coin noticed acceptable blemishes amongst them, none were marred too terribly. Over a gloomy afternoon this beautiful bundle was cast as dowry. A conjoining of two sets. They came to know and love each other, within a knowledge of value. The marring, it grew bigger! Through use they often bared. All coins struggle to hold, but she held her worth beneath a glare. Scoffing they all mocked her. Acting polished when they fell. Often they attacked her, stabbing with such might. The coin lay there softly. Bearing with great strength. No action could subdue them. So she left, and was alright. For no coin will ever lose value, when seeing through self eyes. Lies, distrust, and honer matter not to the sweet girl. She has a golden heart. Her bounty had lost all value. She had a spirit of wit. The others were comforted with Shit.

Within my weary head, I shed my sense of dread. I’m on a toppling surface, with an absolute feeling of purpose. Life is not so kind to some. And I have never been so dumb. To know that I can always thrive. Darkness will arise. To make me feel alive.

Just a weight to lift itself. Pushing up, and growing down. Sprouting like a tree. Abysmal crevasses, towering heights, sturdy structures. However, no matter the matter of the matter. Every structure shall shamble. Though bits, pieces, and continents slip away; the matter shall exist. Whether you’re weathered to dust, or standing with might. The stars and sun will still burn tonight. Fuss, twist and try, but the time will slip by. You can just be. Forever and eternity. Every dusk, and every dawn. You will exist on.

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I am guilty. I feel guilty. I remember guilt, it makes me sick. I am afraid of guilt. I avoid it, at most costs. Sometimes it is necessary, for the correct choices. However, sometimes, it will eat you whole. Some days guilt builds like an avalanche. Making me hate myself, decisions, and what I’ve done in life. Certain time will leave you with that single flash. A trigger creeps by as you slam into the brick wall. Pressure in your chest, sick in your throat and head. Other times the occurrence is not singular. A phone call, a person, an entire life experience can be defined by your guilt. You will feel it inevitably. All it takes is one conversation, one venomous word. Avoid finding guilt, focus on not wanting to be defined by what you can and can not control. While often the guilt has set in. I must dust my head shelf off, and choose to build a new past.

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Arielle, my beautiful piece 💚💜🐚💜💚

I’ve decided since you all like this pipe so much whenever I host my next giveaway I’m gonna include one or two as a prize!