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all roads lead back to doing everything alone

i fell contangesouly in a world massively built on unconsiouess lies where empathy doesnt have a chance to take a breath nor the the breaths of millions of people by the imbalance of whom to seek to play god. whom that devastated enough to broke away and shatter their souls from the greater mind to surve undeniable impure intrests putting the life on an edge of illusion, striking our so alive alike neural connections as roots of the tree sitting in the above heaven of our minds, but we really lost the plot, the human cut it aggresivly to the void of his greed thus our roots are slowly fading with the stars, along with our flames and its spark that shall not made another so pure lightbeings, the one the all been waiting for to come . near nowhere to be found and never will be here but a myth we keep floating around in the dark desgised by hope, however its facing the mirror in the above which it looks like the same intention the ancient fearless evil power set centuries ago, and i dont wanna judge anyone or anything in the process of being able to see right now, but its a never ending cycle and we really did lose the plot since the truth cannot be told but to be sincerly felt in our deep souls when we try and merge with the one, connect our mind and seek the truth that our bodies crave , i know you can feel it in your bones, your hearts beat is fasting and your mind is forming the inmaccable thoughts of us deep with a hint of a mind fuck in your left side in your brain, breath slowly and dont push the change, imbrace humanity honesty and empathy , as cliche as it sounds, see the full side of the cup, the positivity in life, then our world shall be risen to heaven where it sits on our mind in the crown of our beautiful bodies..

nobody truly knows what they want we spend our entire life chasing something from the make of our imagination we thought when we were euphoric and it remains haunting us for the rest of our lives, and its terrible and weird how our chemicals betrays us with these out of mind ghosts, it begs for attentions and comes trying to break into our work and it mostly succeeds and shatters the mirrors separating us and posses our story till it becomes not us, but we owns the planets and stars, then when our tears turns into comets and strikes these thought burning them with salty water from baptism of our blues and kick it somewhere in the void that we would never try to explore again. we feel better but did we really manage to break the cycle and fix the issue.