tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18645830316301309632024-03-25T07:30:50.445-07:00When's the last time you did something for the first time?The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.comBlogger377125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-85333846077403512622024-03-25T06:56:00.000-07:002024-03-25T06:56:13.123-07:00It's for your own good...
You may not believe this, because I didn't... but some things aren't meant to be explored any longer.<b> Some things are meant to be put to rest, to protect your energetic field.</b> If stress kills where do you think you'll end up next if you decide to keep going down the path that has shown you many times over that its just not worth it.<b> I've tried to do many things all at once, and I hated those who could very well see just how much it was killing me.</b> I despised being who people thought I should be based off how easily torn I am, because in a way those same people were only projecting. <b>They were also informing me just how little they could do when under large amounts of pressure, and whereas stress comes with a bitter after taste, somehow I wanted to prove them wrong all while damaging what needed growth -what essentially needed my attention.</b>
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I'm here, because in the same sense I'm also drowning and maybe you are too, or maybe you've already managed to pick yourself up before anymore damage could be done. <b>Maybe you've already saved yourself, and maybe this won't help because everything that was once weighing you down is no longer apart of your reality.</b> Maybe just fu*king maybe, right? <b>I just wanted to extend my compassion, the same endearing fludity that others seem to have left behind, I only wish for you and also me to see what's worth it, and what's so clearly stressing us out.</b> <b>It's okay to restart things at a later date. No that does not make us a failure, but a mentor of our own minds, and a healer of our own spirituality.</b> Never allow man made things tear into your universal divinity. <b>Let that sh!t go with ease of course. </b>
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<b>REMEMBER WHAT THE PEOPLE SAID...
Don't forget why you had to leave and why you chose to stay... xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>
The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-28812765109529850952024-03-17T20:00:00.000-07:002024-03-17T20:00:02.978-07:00If I could escape...<b>I think I could possibly tell you the truth, if you were to tell me something made up, some sort of lie to include me without ever giving me the chance to feel marked, and or caught up in something that didn't really need my existence to begin with.</b> It's just before midnight, and I'm writing to you, to anyone, just before my life changes tomorrow. I want proof that I knew greatness was possible, but I also want proof that my thoughts were there all along, and I wasn't having another psychosis attack if not blessed attack to somehow relieve myself of all of this deceit.<b> I feel misunderstood and in most cases I love that about myself, but tonight I feel like I'm about to walk into new territory, and I somehow feel different this time.</b> I don't know if I'm at all fearful or just excited that in this current moment, I know that I'm willing to do anything that it takes to leave this sad but made to believe "sweet "escape.
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<b>Maybe I'm sad or maybe the night lofi that I'm currently listening to -is rubbing off on me and the darkest parts of myself.</b> I feel like Van Gogh, just before he got carried away by all of his sadness, and went on to mutilate himself. I feel like the moon without the sun's forgiviness. <b>I feel like a combusted star.</b> I want to move on but I also know that moving on will hurt.<b> It'll hurt knowing that none of this was ever meant to last.</b> The pain will mostly turn into more pain, but also I know that some hurts are better than no hurts. You know the empty hurts that have been around for so long that they slowly turn into numb wounds? <b>You know the hurts that overtime turn into resentment.
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<b>COME BACK ONLY IF IT'S JUST FOR A SECOND OR TWO!!!!!</b>
<b>I'll be the first to say it... xoxo ItGirl OverLoad in a lonely world xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-11393527733522122192024-03-14T11:38:00.000-07:002024-03-14T11:38:12.785-07:00It's your b-day and I'm no where to be found!!!!
Hi. I mean hey, I'm gone but you're not.<b> I keep leaving without a trace, but somehow I'm always found by determined people.</b> They're always trying to break into my head, without the proper skills to ever want to fix me, once they've so carelessly took from me. How can we possibly live well if we keep running through the same fields that just aren't that beneficial, in today's current energy. I think the less you choose to come around, the more good things will come into existence. <b>When we say less, the chances are always higher when it comes to moving further in our own reality.</b> But when I was with said person, a person I let go of a long time ago, I soon was able to see just how much she was taking from me. <b>She was awful and still she rides with this corruption.</b> She was shooting down my kites, the same kites she stood in line with me, so that I could buy -in order to heal my childhood.
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Today is someone I once knew birthday, and I was always there to celebrate it with said person, but in the same sentence hanging with this person always included turmoil.<b> She always stood on my toes and as usual this person always did things I couldn't stand.</b> So, what did this person do to fill the gap, to fill the void this time around. Well this person chose to spend her special day with another deranged person I so desperately want to get rid of, for good this time around.<b> Cutting toxic people off will always send them back to other toxic people, because what is misery without its miserable counterparts?</b> Jealousy always comes with a price, but what were to happen if you were to switch things up, if you no longer wished to be the muse for toxic and envious people and or energies?
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<b> MARCH 13TH 2024 WAS WHEN I FINALLY REALIZED JUST HOW MUCH
POISON I LET GO OF, AND NO LONGER WISHED TO DRINK!!!! </b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-53645870858633578312024-02-20T19:11:00.000-08:002024-02-20T19:11:04.968-08:00It's nighttime so I have a confession to make...Okay yeah maybe it hurts. Maybe I tried a little too hard. Maybe I wanted to keep myself numb while I tried to be someone else for a night or possibly two nights. <b>I thought maybe I could make a mistake and it would roll off my chest, but here I am three or possibly four months later still trying to cover wounds that are taking too long to heal.</b> I don't know maybe it's the aniema in me, or the slow smoker in me. I like a burn but I never wanted a slow burn. I wanted something real but I didn't want to actually work on myself long enough to see myself walk past you and act like someone you never spoke to. I totally believe in identity shifts, but it's like my mouth said too much too soon, and my body felt like it had no choice but to move along, and go with the flow -to go with the flow. To possibly go with the flow like a dead fish in a horrendous and forgotten river.
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<b>I know I'll cross over this banana boat eventually but maybe if I shine some light on a topic like this (one you being the reader), won't make the same mistakes that I did and soemtimes still do.</b> But if you do just so happen to cut your pinky with the edge of societal's paper, I promise I won't tell. Gain something that lands you on top of the world first. <b>Become the person that enjoys their timeline, and watch how your timeline continues to unfold like a movie.</b> Who you are is who you'll be when that sudden essence comes along to perhaps sell you a dream, and if the dream does present itself, at least make sure it's vintage, but not overtly traditional, because traditional will always come with a side of bruises and outlandish expections. <b>And last but not least learn to dettach.</b> <b>Learn to be charismatic in a sense that lands you everything you ever desired. Learn to be open to unlimited conditioning, upon one's self by their actual higher self. </b>
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<b>I WOULD'VE SEALED THE PROMISE WITH MY PINKY
BUT THEN IT WOULD LOOK LIKE I'M MOCKING YOUR INCIDENT,
AND WHO WOULD I BE IF NOT A TERRIBLE PERSON</b>
<b>It's okay if you still make promises and call out other people's jinx's. I promise it's okay. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-21763712869373393912024-01-31T03:41:00.000-08:002024-01-31T03:41:47.396-08:00And it's not even the weekend yet!!!!!!! <b>Goodmorning upper... no I'll start it this way. Good day, the blogger b!tch is back.</b> Yeah I said I would be consistent, and in a way so did you... and yet you're still sitting on pots of gold -while eating the same burgers we both agreed you would stop eating, but me being me I don't judge.<b> And no, this isn't me with my god complex everyone around me thinks I have, it's just the truth.</b><b> Why would I judge when I believe in hills and those same hills having eyes?</b> I can't judge what I would also do, and since I'm fond of picking up what I sometimes try my hardest to put down, I know that some things are hard to put down -indefinitely. <b>I too am clumsy. I too seem to also find myself slipping, tumbling, sinking, and crumbling when times are unclear and I'm most of all burnt out.
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<b>But February has to be my break now, because I can't afford another break down.</b><b> I've been needing something spicy, something inhabitable yet still attainable.</b> I've been wanting to be a criminal to a good cause -to myself of course. I've been wanting to piss people off, the people who think they know me the most based off one outfit, one conversation and most of all one meaningful, but most of all unmeaningful glance. I want to be a menace, and a danger to my community.<b> I want to fully step into my power and watch everyone around me get pissed off and above all mad.</b> Do you know the power you hold when all you're being is yourself in a faceless society? <b>Do you know how dangerous it is to find yourself in a sea full of people giving up on themselves.</b> I'm encouraging you to find yourself and release the animal you cage, because I guarantee you, you'll feel a whole lot better.
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<b>I REALIZED I LOST A LOT OF SOLIDERS
WHEN I STARTED TO DO THINGS THAT MADE ME FEEL LIBERATED
ALL WHILE LEAVING THEM CONFUSED!!!
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<b>It's crazy how you becoming an explorer of yourself gains you an enemy or two. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-31778984521732847752024-01-26T10:42:00.000-08:002024-01-26T10:42:45.653-08:00Become your own client!<b>In all areas of our lives, being who we need to be is our greatest speciality.</b> I've learned that natural depletion comes from trying to control unnatural forces at work. I was sliding my back down the wall yesterday while feeling nothing at all, until I got what I wanted and desperately needed back, things that I needed to survive.<b> I needed what I needed to keep moving. I needed myself months ago, but I was too busy doubting myself and my visuals</b>. I've already been promised unlimited freedom with the right amounts of happiness, but for some reason I'm allowing myself to float through time without a definite set of inspired steps that could for sure lead to powerful outcomes. <b>I need to know that I'm growing, and accepting the change that I'm allowing into my energetic field, instead of listening to the scared parts of my soul.
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Let's quickly discuss habits and habitats. <b>Not moving is the same as not growing. Choosing to not jump timelines is the same as accepting this outdated reality that's seemingly unrealistic, and beyond unhealthy for the spirit inside of us -that just wants to be free with no actual set of rules that bounds it's absolution.</b> What we want to manifest can happen when we ourselves look at ourselves as the clients. <b>What would you tell a sick patient that wants to be free from sickness? </b>Would you tell them to be patient while not doing the required steps for divine alleviation? Would you tell them to keep exaggerating their existing misconceptions, or would you the healer, be more engaging? We need to be engaged with the thought of realization when it comes to identity shifting. <b>We don't have to keep living out our days unhappy and unhealthy?</b>
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<b>THERE'S ALWAYS CREATIVITY AND A LESSON TO BE LEARNT IN SICKNESS</b>
<b>I'm sick of my thoughts and what they make of me... xox ItGirl OverLaod xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-81640310883532369642024-01-15T11:14:00.000-08:002024-01-15T11:17:51.393-08:00We all have them but they can sometimes go unnoticed... <b>Yesterday I was on the verge of constructive damage. I was in the mood for a funeral, my funeral. I was planning an event, not knowing that I was actually setting in stone an uneventful and meaningless death that wasn't supposed to happen yet.</b> I mean sure we're all supposed to die when the time becomes divine, but how does one stop an abombination from happening, if all their life they've been unknowingly self-sabotaging the divinity in meeting one's higher self? I was creating a space without the proper coordinates to an ultimate altar. <b>I was making death a safe space, when in all actuality I didn't need to die in real life, just spiritually in the spiritual realm.</b>
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Someone told me how pissed off my spiritual team was with me, they said they were in fact angry. <b>My ancestors were being crippled all because I wasn't taking the time to really invite a different kind of silence into my life, but I honest to many dread doctors didn't know and or believe my spiritual team existed.</b> I didn't think I was actually worthy of spiritual animals, or even spiritual beings for that matter.<b> I kind of thought my world was empty, because most times all I feel is empty.</b> I was looking for physical movement when I was actually needing spiritual knowledge.<b> I've been seeing larger things in smaller vessels, and even creepier things while sleeing, but in all of that, I haven't been tapping into the rest of my self to get the spiritual downloads that my inner child needs to no longer fear change and or growth.</b> Moral of the justice within the pendulum of self consciousness, get into recreating self spaces for yourself, and don't be afraid to often visit even safer communities -even if that space looks to be a below average hole in the wall.
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I'M CURRENTLY LETTING TIBETAN BOWLS
REIGN DOWN ONTO ME... WHAT ARE YOU DOING????
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Who are you seeing if you don't believe in the existence of something here to serve you and only you. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo
The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-15533050684972027922024-01-14T06:16:00.000-08:002024-01-14T06:16:26.395-08:00When does change actually present itself?I'm here to say that even if you wanted to, you can never hide all of your glory and good graces. <b>What you have the next person knows, and in knowing that, they'll want to have what you have.</b> Believe me, swapping faiths as well as essences easily comes with subtle distractions. <b>Keeping you from doing your best is the same as taking your pretty face.</b> <b>I always have the desire to focus on myself, but in the same breath there's always some little grimlin looking to seek valuable time with me, all while making me feel bad for choosing to stay to myself.</b> In the faces of others I'm worthless because my life keeps repeating itself, but everytime I say I'm done... I always get what I was intially seeking, why is that? Why must I break walls to see the wall that were never there. Why must I remain calm when everyone around me is praying on my downfall, and or waiting for me to fall the same way, I fell a couple of years ago.
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<b>When you're special people will want to put you in the ground. </b>Spirits will want to keep you in endless cycles, just to keep you from open opportunities to get the hell out... and when you choose isolation once more nothing good ever happens. Where's the silver lining everyone always talks about? Where's the upgrade if the red light comes just before that? Where's the ticket to change, and does it actuallly take you where you need to go? There's always a hundred ways to sit still, and then there's always a hundred ways to sever ties with the universe, and choose to figure your destiny out for yourself, because sometimes the universe thinks it knows who and or what monster you're meant to be when given the right opportunity. <b>Solid ground is meant for those who feel and or look different from the rest.
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<b>I'M MEANT TO BE STANDING OVER SOMEONE'S ELSE'S DEMISE
KNOWING THAT IT WAS EITHER ME OR THEM!!!!</b>
<b>I think we can all make it out the rat race if we transition without telling a single soul. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-83449880848664868742024-01-08T16:59:00.000-08:002024-01-08T16:59:54.296-08:00Early morning thoughts~ let's be ready for anything!!!!<b>Every time I think I deserve it, and go on to congratulate myself I seemingly disappear into the ether to never be seen again.</b> People closes to me keep telling me to stop spilling so much of myself, but what would I become if I become just as bland as those who ridcule my wisdom that's always mistaken as arrogance or even critism to those who stopped talking with such substance a long time ago? Why would I give up before seeing myself fly away from all those wishing to stop me from seeing the real me -that was captured in the skies just above, but somehow below us. <b>I decided to wake up and say this before I hear another endless peep from those I really don't care much about.
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I wanted to touch on being and getting ready. Often times people come to our door(s) when we're nowhere near ready.<b> How many times have you walked the boulevard to only sense a questionable opportunity?</b> I've always wanted someone to stand by me when I'm fearful, but I stopped asking for a lift when those closes to me actually wanted to drop me. <b>I used to want to please others, but now it's a "take me as I am or not" kind of essence that surrounds me.</b> <b>I guess this blog is a brain dump, because none of this actually makes sense, but I couldn't allow it to float around in my head while ruining my other thoughts any longer, it was actually killing me, and screaming wouldn't have helped if my walls are too thin, because I hate to be heard when I'm surrounded by pain.
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<b>WHEN I DIE WHO WOULD COME TO MY FUNERAL
IF I NEVER GAVE MYSELF THE TIME TO MAKE ACTUAL
FRIENDS WITH SCHEDULES THAT AREN'T THAT BOOKED????</b>
<b>Heyyyy. I had to ask that question. xoxo ItGirl with a sometimes OverLoad mind xoxo</b>
The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-19847118869237253212024-01-04T12:47:00.000-08:002024-01-04T12:47:46.657-08:00Toxic Thursday's~ They're pushing your pet peeves!!!!!
The same person in my life keeps choosing to steal my joy, so why should I keep allowing them a seat at my table. <b>They're overwhelming, and lately it's been hard to breathe around them... so why do I keep them on speed dial?</b> I mean other people are seeing how close they are and how much they are suffocating me, and still there's me following closely behind them, why? Why am I allowing them to tear down what I've been building, if all I want to do is become a person unlike them.<b> I can't keep telling them everything all while expecting them to hold up their end of the deal... which is to keep their hands in their lap -instead of where I can visibly see them trying to attack my every seed. </b>This person is toxic even though I told myself that 2024 would be up beat, they keep finding ways to beat me down -to possibly their level... a level no one in their right mind wishes to ever go.
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<b>I never give myself enough time to formulate a plan, because I'm always caving in and telling the enemy all of my doubts.</b> This person has managed to sprinkle on more doubts to the already pile of imaginery mess I seemingly keep creating for myself. <b>And here's the thing, this toxic person both sees and knows the power I hold, but they choose to tear down my plans to what... to keep me dependent on their rather sh!tty opinions.</b> Hear me out when I say I'd want nothing more than to rid myself of this person for once and for all, but why do I keep allowing this person to replace my light with eternal darkness? Do we unknowingly see the end for ourselves before we ever muster up the strength to tell quote on quote toxic people, or do we feel the negativity that they've placed onto to us from our daunting past? <b>I would love to say that before this month ends, I'll have done myself a favor, and cut ties indifinitely with this disgusting person.</b>
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<b> WE WANT TO BE NEW PEOPLE
WITH NEW MINDSETS, RIGHT???</b>
<b>I'm a good girl in the right places, but a very bad girl if compared to my younger self. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-80641202015713199852024-01-03T09:29:00.000-08:002024-01-03T09:29:17.286-08:00I've met people like me!!!I'm loving my consistency, it's been keeping me above my own madness and not embedded in it. <b>I mean don't get me wrong, I do my best work when I'm being my worst, but sometimes the crazy makes me overly tired.</b> I wanted to squeeze in some words of remembrance before I move on to my next project.<b> I wanted to send some good vibes to help you endure your spiritual journey for once and for all.</b> I wanted to help you see tomorrow by showing a little gratitude for today's awakening. <b>I kind of needed to translate spiritual knowledge in a way that my words could reach even the darkest of room and or spaces. </b> You're not alone. <b>I too have missed spiritual opportunities based off of false faith. </b>
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I hope you meet other chosen people this year. I truly hope you learn from others just like you. <b>I usually meet like-minded people when I need to be reminded of who I am, but then I usually tend to lose them, because time isn't always of the essence.</b> Sometimes time tricks us. Sometimes time introduces itself only to be disrespectfully clueless to such a demeanor worth figuring out. <b>Never think and or believe along the lines of humanity, because humans have shown us time and time again... they despise people like us.</b> They loathe power like ours, and they most of all destroy characters based off of demigods of the past. Always act accordingly. <b>Stop allowing honesty and faith keep you at a distance from people like yourself.</b> Act as soon as you feel a connection. Trade responses as quickly as the thought reveals itself. Time isn't always on our side, so learn to go against it and make plans before it comes against your ideas and or synchronicities.
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<b>CHOSEN PEOPLE COME AND THEN THEY GO!!!!
Numbers are worth asking for when there's enough synergy between the two of you to highlight your shared space's ignorance. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-28953537281553726032024-01-02T11:30:00.000-08:002024-01-02T11:30:55.811-08:00We're stepping into the year of the dragon!!!!<b>For a long time now I've been feeling like I need to scream, like I need to spit something out and reverse what horrible beings have been placing onto me.</b> I've been feeling the need to purge without fully going on a true bender -but in all actuality would going on a bender be so bad if the outcome is greater than the starting point?<b>I've been noticing a change that needs to take place, but for some reason I've been too tired to take heed.</b><b> It's been hard to transition into the wolf when too many times I've found solace in playing the lone sheep, </b>and it's also been even harder to spit fire if I've been drowning myself in lakes of unclean and highly polluated waters. Lately I've been seeking revenge and it's been keeping me stuck and not knowing where to place my hurts as well as regrets.<b> I just want to strut without stepping on wads of gum.</b>
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<b>I thought only starlights of the past could harbor such charisma, but I've been running into enemies who have been naming that very quality as one of my top qualities.</b> I've been making unworthy people feel special, and not only has it been damaging my growth, but also my position in this unworthy society. <b>I've been flirting with the thought of success, but all along I've also been allowing people to see my play book -the same play book that swore to me that it would help me but only if no one else's eyes were to see this same play book.</b> Why have I and other people like me been playing sloppy when we don't even like even sloppier outcomes? The year of the dragon is a time to crank of the charisma, it's also the year to replace the baggage with action, and the water element with the fire element. We can't keep feeling bad for ourselves and what we choose to do when our backs are against the wall. Conforming will ensure all odds be glued to your back, and that's not what we want, right? <b>We want more and it seems like the only way to get more, is to do everything others can't see us doing. <b>Channel them to become you.</b>
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<b>I BELIEVE THAT THE ONLY THING THAT HAS BROUGHT ME TO THE OCEAN IS THE
WILL TO BEND AND ALCHEMIZE THE FLARES WHILE BITTING THE FLAMES. </b>
<b>Abundance comes when auduacity becomes primal. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-82623634515622768162024-01-02T00:54:00.000-08:002024-01-02T00:56:55.750-08:00Three Am is more than meets the Zzzzzzz's!!!!!!<b>Three am doesn't have to be a scary hour, it could very well be your wisest hour, or even your most healing hour.</b> Three am could be the hour you figure yourself out, and it could also be the quietest hour. I just woke up to go to the restroom, and there was one voice that told me to go back to sleep, but then there was this other voice -the artistic voice. The voice of reason but also a touch of madness. <b>The mellow voice sounded convincing, but so did the devil before he was kicked out of heaven.</b> I could've went back to sleep and appeased the devil, but I'm also in the mood to start early as well as annoy Satan. I'm in the mood to learn more about myself, while most of the world continues to cave in. See I find comfort under the sheets, but I also find solace in allowing myself to challenge my creativity. <b>I'm sick of wasting away while some other motherf*cker uses their reigns to destroy humanity.</b> I want to see change, and I realized that that can only happen when more of us creators step into our full potential, and stop doubting what we have to offer.
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<b>I miss the unhinged me, because that girl could write like no other.</b><b> I tend to reminisce on the old me, the me that didn't overthink... the me that lost sleep knowing that it could easily be replaced with words of madness.</b> Usually I find shame in doing the same things, but honestly if those same things are bringing forth more creativity, then what's truly the problem when those problems are easily written from thin air? I believe that us creatives can upgrade our forces, all while coming together to fuel the creative generator to spark a sense of dementia, that could very well set the right kind of motion to bring those at the top to the bottom, and the bottom feeders to the top.
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<b>TRUST ME AT THE BOTTOM
USUALLY TENDS TO BREED OUT-OF-
SANITY CHARACTERS!!!!!
Those who falsely waltz above us all are meant to fall in one way or another, let them meet their faith by being yourself. Crazy builds authenticity xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-48101152576394180602023-12-30T10:22:00.000-08:002023-12-30T10:22:25.705-08:00Change Your Meatsuit!!!!!
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Even if you're sleeping all day because you're overwhelmed, find ways to be artistic at night.</b> Things are changing once more, and being and feeling left behind is old news. Time flies whether you're the pilot or the ticket holder, either way you'll always get where you're trying to go, but only one will have chosen where they truly wanted to go. It's time to shed your skin. <b>It's time to step into your alter ego, because who you currently are isn't that subtle in dark rooms.</b> Sometimes it's best to stay silent and observe, and other times it's comforting to know that who you're becoming is better than how anyone would've hoped you'd turn out to be. I think there's always a time to be conceited, because no one truly knows who you are unless you show them.
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<b>How can evil people destroy what's easily taken off?</b> This new year is coming in fast, and before it leaves just as fast, we have to become the possibility of energetic conception.<b> No one should have the ability to remove and or replace us unless we allow them to do such a thing.</b> Building your stamina will always make you hard to catch when too many people are choosing to play "tag you're it" with your desired version of yourself. Learn to break the rules, and be your own warrior when diffcult wars come knocking at your door. You need to also learn when to pull back if your spiritual routine is being disturbed by "no where to be" annoying people.
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<b>THEY'LL KEEP KNOCKING YOU OUT OF PLACE
UNTIL YOU PUT THEIR ENTIRE BEING ON A
WHITE BOARD!!!!!</b>
<b>Too many of us are continuously failing because we keep sitting on decisons that are meant to be finalized. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-6595141881354334792023-12-24T20:38:00.000-08:002023-12-31T06:59:15.545-08:00Don't trap yourself!!!I've let it be known through my writing that I love trap doors and I see nothing wrong with them. <b>I love playing dangerous and shallow games, that could potentially bend me out of shape, because I was never meant to be solid -when I've been solid all my life.</b> I was a loyal fetus. I was a loyal eigth grader<b>, and let's just say that I was a loyal friend within the friend group.</b> I was who others could count on, and maybe that's why I was always the plus one to something even more deadlier. I was sinister but it was an obvious kind of bad luck. <b>I played in small corners all while unaliving anything remotely comforting.</b> Why might you ask? Well here it goes... <b>I was begining to love my ending. I was making love with trapping who I truly was.</b> <b>I was and still am both a healer and a trouble maker. I cause trouble all while healing others when I choose to be myself.</b> I always die a little but still manage to go under the radar when I hide all of my skins to please a sinful and thirsty crowd.
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I started to come alive when I began to show my layers, but I also realized that I was quickly becoming a target.<b> While I was coming back to myself, back home I was meeting people who hated themselves.</b> I wanted to shove myself into those trap doors I previously talked about. I wanted to do to myself what they were also wanting to do to me.<b> I was breeding something more dishonest than shame and a guilty consciousness.</b> I was stealing my own power and trading it in for something worthless. I think you and I were sent here to do something great, but do you know what will happen if you or even I gamble with other people's chips? You get what they were supposed to get.
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<b>GO TO THE CASINO ALONE AND LEAVE WITH
ENOUGH MONEY FOR TWO, YOU AND YOUR BAINFFUL SOUL!!!!
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<b>Be harmful if need be. Do whatever it takes to step into your full potential. xoxo ItGirl xoxo
I guess I'll see you tomorrow with another deadly message, because if looks could kill I wouldn't want to be anyone but me. </b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-27843700163044809902023-12-16T07:15:00.000-08:002023-12-16T07:15:02.060-08:00No longer fight who you're becoming!!!!
<b>Can I ask you a question. Yeah? I mean I think I can since you're here.</b> If you're here we're playing by my rules, and I believe it's only fitting to empty your brain of worthless ordeals, so that you can move out your own way. I'm doing this for you, not to you -isn't that something God would say? Isn't that also what the devil would say if you just let him in. To be clear we all need a little spice to actually want to eat nature's soup.<b> Why would your devious God prepare the last supper without the devil's temptation?</b> Maybe he knew the benefits hell had and where it could lead you if you just learned to listen long enough. <b>If silence is torture try living in constant agony. You must know that even in silence, devils and angels still whisper. Why fight what's unclear, I believe that that's just making a mess for yourself later down the road.</b>
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I used to hate the silence, and sometimes I still throw unread books against the wall<b>[keyword: unread].</b> <b>I transition into my terrible twos, when there's no loud talk -even though I despise noisy situations.</b> I sometimes even go to the extremes, and make mistakes in the unbearable silence. But then there are times like now when sometimes all I do is cry, and other times I just relax. <b>I find comfort in not knowing everything, because it gives me the chance to build just about anything. </b> I truly believe that the best characters are developed under the pressure, not through it... most times but just way below it. I think being under the earth gives people the opportunity to make their own opportunites. I'm trusting that we'll wrap things up that are no longer bringing us clarity, all while trusting the universe and it's unclear messages.
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<b>BRING YOUR MIND INTO ALIGNMENT WITH YOUR TALENTS!!!
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<b>I'm here for you, can I count on you to be there for me when I show you my vulnerability more often? xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-83980025450513167912023-12-13T09:09:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:09:30.424-08:00Lately I've been thinking about Taylor Swift!!!!
Miss Taylor Swift is the best. <b>Taylor S. is both an icon and an inspiration. She's up and down my 2024 vision board. She reminds me everyday to never forget the foolishness brought on by others, and by others I mean insecure people. I mean, have you ever put a clown on a pedstal?</b> Have you ever found yourself chasing someone else when you should've been coming back to yourself? Don't be ashamed because I've done all of these things, and once you've done these things once, sometimes it's easy to fall victim to doing it again. <b>But in the end what do you gain, when you put others first while putting yourself last?</b> I think we can all agree that 2023 was a horrible year for us creatives. It was a wrecking ball for us dreamers, because we mostly found it most profittable to stay stuck in endless dreams than to actually do those same things in real life. But like my last blog post about Miss Taylor S., we can learn a lot from her, so buckle up, because we're about to make your dreams your <b>wildest dreams</b>.
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We can all agree that Taylor Swift always looks amazing, especially in her red lipstick and her short but very stylish dresses.<b> But even though short is adorable and short is kind, we need to be tall this new year.</b> I mean I'm already 5'8, but I'm looking to be 6'1... and not because I saw this girl the other day at target who was incredibly tall and also incredibly beautiful. She was so beautiful I just had to ask her how tall she was, and she might've been 6'1. Hahahaha. To be heard is to be seen. <b>Taylor knows that being bold is the right move when trying to manifest a loyal audience, so be brave.</b> You need to forget the losers of your past. <b>We must forgive ourselves in order to not make the same mistakes.</b> They can no longer exist in your reality. Be like Miss Swift and snatch every crown that you ever gave, because they were just false gods -looking to unite out of their league soldiers. <b>From this day forward, you and I are on our VIGILANTE SHIT. EVERYTHING WE DO IS FOR REVENGE. </b>
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<b>JUST KNOW THAT YOU BELONG WITH YOURSELF( NOW AND FOREVER)</b>
<b>999 xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-85471462748494623732023-12-13T08:47:00.000-08:002023-12-13T08:47:08.339-08:00Believe it so your mind will stay in tact!!!
<b>A crushed mind comes with not enough faith.</b> I've seen usually aware people become so unaware as to how good their life is about to get. <b>I mean I've been one of those people -many times in my own life. I couldn't picture a picture better than the hell I was seeing, so how in the hell could I even strap myself in for the most liberating ride of life -if I was so busy living for the now.</b> I was living in what I currently depised and it too was mudering me. <b>My crime scene was the worst one yet to happen, and I was walking into another crime scene, because I wasn't giving my ego self enough time to dessicate. </b>It was hard for me to allow my reign to be perfectly developed, all while I sat down and relaxed. <b>I thought my life was over, but all of it was untrue, because my limited beliefs about myself were also untrue.</b>
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I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't know what kind of space you're currently in -if you're even in a space at all. A lot of us have exiled ourselves.<b> A lot of us are playing landlord without the right amounts of patience and understanding.</b> We're becoming our own grim reaper, and we're taking our own selves to hell -on a full scholarship. You must muster up the strength to re-tell your story. You need to evaluate where you went wrong, and begin to make things right. You have to truly believe that everything you want wants you more. Truly waking up means realizing that what you want requires a different set of moves. You can no longer be basic if you want something magical.<b> New efforts are highly needed if you want a new set of rewards.</b> Manifesting means making everyhing around you to your personal liking. <b>None of this is real, so design your life how you want it to look.</b>
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<b>USE BEAUTIFUL TOOLS TO MANIFEST GORGEOUS RESULTS!!!
A better outcome is the goal, and once you remember that, you'll never stop. You'll always strive for more. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-5059855455426938342023-12-12T08:10:00.000-08:002023-12-12T08:10:09.782-08:00You deserve a time slot in the walls of misery!!!!<b>You never shared your toys or even properly communicated for that matter, so why would I turn myself into everything that matters -for you?</b> Why would I be your everything, when there's better out there? <b>Why would I allow you to sit in the crowd when the stage is a bit more fitting for your devilish ways? The people need to see you. My people need to know you, to exile you.</b> You deserve nothing, but you're filled with too many demons to even realize who and what you really are. <b>Maybe you're an empty shell, or maybe you're just the devil in disguise -or maybe you're all of the above with not enough room to ever become someone truly great.</b> But anyways either way you deserve to burn for what you did and thought you did. <b>You thought you completely took for me, but you didn't. You didn't even come close to the ocean or even the flames for that matter.</b> You weren't as great as you thought you were in your prior years. You're a joke and an even bigger clown. <b>I should bring you my digital circus for all that you've introduced into my life. The stress. The chaos. The sleepless nights. The self sabotaging days. All of it.</b>
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You actually thought I would ride your coast again. You truly thought I would buy your conartist pick up lines once more, but guess what a lot can happen in a few days.<b> A lot can happen to the chosen ones, when their god sees who and or what lurks on the otherside with their unholy plans.</b> I left differently, and I needed to invite you to my poetry. <b>To bring your misery and embed it within my melancholy.</b> I needed to meet you to write this. <b>I needed to be your equal for even just a weekend to become your most rememorable enemy -in due time.</b> I can't believe you. I can't believe that you actually think I'm tameable, or was tameable. How and why would you think that, if I told you little to nothing about me. I should've told you how awesome the circus is once you're in. I could've told you that your ticket buys were all too low to even bother with, but here's the thing my writer friends adore me.<b> So if exposing you means giving them the truth, then I'll do it. I'll do anything that begins to separate me from you.</b>
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<b>I'LL ADMIT THE CIRCUS CAN BE UNRULY
AND MOST OF ALL EXPLICIT
BUT IT'S ADDICITIVE
ONCE YOU'RE A MEMBER TO UNCERTAINTY.
So anyways bye loser... and by loser I don't mean you that's reading and finishing this. I'm talking to... you know what, he knows who he is and what he's done. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-6199590094278561612023-12-11T07:34:00.000-08:002023-12-11T07:34:27.820-08:00I can't come clean...<b>I don't know about you, but I've been finding it really hard to do things I don't want to do.</b> Tapping into undesired energy doesn't seem fun, it seems like a snooze. It seems like a bore, and it also seems like a time waster -and I loathe wasting time. <b>Even though I sometimes ruin time within my own life, I still know how important it is.</b> It's just as important as much as it's man-made and unheard of somewhere else.<b> We're a joke to other planets and a total nightmare in other dimensions.</b> We're expected to be unnaturally clean, when we're allowing others to know too much about our plans and innovations. <b>Remaining a mystery never hurts the actual subjects. They were overtly unclean and that's what made them supernaturally clean in major crime scenes.
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<b>I can't tell you why I write with some much passion, and I can't even begin to tell you why I do the things that I seemingly partake in.</b><b> What I say, do, and like wouldn't make sense to you, and hell it doesn't have to make sense to you, because are you actually creating what I'm wanting push out into the world? </b>Trust me, I don't mean you(you that's reading this), I mean those who have already planned out my future as well as my death. I'm talking to you. I'm talking to everyone that wants me to tell them about my entire life for whatever reason. <b>I'm speaking to a bunch of weirdos who aren't even doing it right.</b> <b>I know too much, but I would so hate to allow creeps in, so that they can know just as much as me and use all that they know against me.
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<b>I'D RATHER COME FILITHY THAN SQUEAKY CLEAN.
You know what they don't tell you is... no one expects anything from the unclean person. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-61923039085377185562023-12-09T07:26:00.000-08:002023-12-09T07:26:53.316-08:00Thoughts and clarity are both divinity!!!We've all been there. <b>I believe we've all been in that space between profound clarity and unbearable emptiness.</b> It's the wanting as well as the longing. <b>It's that special time that sums up our year, but invites another blank and unknown year.</b> We're on the brink of something great. We all are. We all are capable of clearing out the distortion and replacing it with divine knowing. <b>I've illustrated a path for myself, and I know that I can do it...</b> but if I keep sitting on the idea, all it'll do for me is bring in more doubt. And we all know that the world wasn't built on doubt, I mean if that were the case then the bridges and all of the highways would've came crashing down by now.<b> We're all unstoppable once we begin to separate ourselves from all the forces that are trying to stop us. </b>
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<b>Everyone in some way or another has suffered some sort of pain and or chaos. We've all seen madness in it's prime, and we've all catered to an evil much bigger than society's conformity.</b> I know you have, because I know that I have -and we're all in fact connected in one way or another, so why not change this miserable paradigm. We're just as great as the motherf*ckers who continuously say we aren't. <b>Surely you know that divinity comes with a price. It comes with an unavoidable disruption, but in all of that change comes a newness that's meant to evolve us. </b> <b>So take the time to think, reflect, and replace, as well as to pour into yourselves.
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<b>THE KEYWORD IS TO BEGIN.</b>
<b>Begin to seek change. Begin to understand how the world works. Begin to just f*cking begin. xoxo things will be different ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-70003784774326066972023-12-07T17:13:00.000-08:002023-12-07T17:17:42.460-08:00The Devil Met me at my lowest!!!!<b>I didn't intend on meeting the devil so early.</b> I mean I've seen him numerous of times, and he's even seen me in my dreams. <b>This clever son of a b!tch even sent some of his cruel friends to spy on me, and eventually I let my guard down and I made a mistake.</b> I gave into a deadly sin and it's been consuming me. I usually have the best discernment. <b>I usually am able to bend the devil's will, to make sure that I'm benefiting more than anyone else in hell, for that matter.</b> I thought that I could walk through hell and not have to use my voice. <b>I was saved and then I lost the help.</b> I mean I allowed myself to hit a wall, and now I've been suffering. Maybe I've been being overdramatic, or maybe I still haven't done what's right. Maybe all of this is for a new character development.
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Maybe I had to shed my old skin, because I asked for something way better.<b> Maybe the old Keanu needed to die in the embers, so that I could fulfill my prophecy of getting everything, I so rightfully deserve.</b> <b>I'll be honest I wanted to desiccate, but I didn't want anything evil to inhabit my body while I was on vacay.</b> I didn't see the need to ask for protection though. <b>I thought I could play devious games and not receive a headache or two. </b>I've been running through time because I feel this need of having it all, but what if I were to slow down and see what's right and what's terribly evil. <b>But enough of me crying and moaning, I'm an alchemist baby I'll find a way to pay back the devil for what he put me through.</b>
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I'M COMING WITH A FLAME AND A TORCH!!!!
Where I'm going no one can come with me, I wouldn't even allow it.
<b>SOMEONE SAID: "NO ONE DIES HOLY
LIFE F*CKS US ALL!!!!"
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<b>I should've poured into myself instead of letting myself rot while I made others flourish. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad </b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-40679893704962888732023-12-07T17:03:00.000-08:002023-12-07T17:08:45.359-08:00What other people think???
I love this segment, because in a way I should've been at a diner figuring things out, but I got seduced into this timeframe... and I hate it. Yes I hate it. <b>I know hate is a strong word, but for some reason I ended up taking the wrong path, and I'm somewhere in between two filthy and uninspiring realms.</b> I'm a sucker for hidden food with comfortable booths. I crave old music with iconic waiters as well as waitresses.<b> I crave a time and a place I've seemingly been but quite put my finger upon.</b> But anyways hey there friend, I know it's been awhile.<b> I remember when there was I time where I was pushing these diner/foodie blogs out, but then it all stopped. It didn't quite come crashing down, but it just vanished, and in a sense I too vanished.</b>
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I wanted to talk about others and their minds. I wanted to talk about what's not so talked about. <b>Sometimes we can be so wrapped up in our own little worlds, that we don't really give ourselves time to think about others. </b>But hold on, don't leave just yet. I know all of my empaths, nuerodivergents, as well as overall people pleasers are quenching right now. <b>Lately I've been turning a blind eye to all of my important tasks all while giving my time to greedy and over the top people.</b><b> I entered a world that I kind of want to leave. I bent my reality and now I want out.</b> I want to know that there's someone else in this untameable world, that's high on destruction and very low on looking just beyond their own windowsill. <b>I want to know others and what they've done, and yet I keep myself too busy to ever do so.
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<b>SHE WANTS TO TALK BUT SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT.
But anyways I went with the house burger, what about you what did you get?</b>
The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-19972152112669300272023-11-27T07:50:00.000-08:002023-11-27T08:03:50.041-08:00We mess up and then what????
I think I knew I would self- destruct, and that's why I didnt finish curating this blog the day I first opened this. We often mess up so bad to the point where nothing and nobody feels like home anymore.<b> I literally messed up and asked someone who clearly doesn't wish me greatness: what's out there for me after this? I wanted to end my story but while I was dying I was being taken to hell, and I realized that there's no way to benefit if you don't know how to protect or even stand up for yourself.</b> I was made to look crazy, to look off balance so that the grim reaper could complete his plans to kill me, and nobody would even dare try to save me.
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I'm so used to throwing myself off of cliffs when I'm put in challenging situations. I never liked facing myself and what I did that got me too close to the mirror, but how could I ever grow from the ashes if I wasn't ready to see who closed the cage -to keep me stuck instead of just giving me a moment to just release and let go. <b>Honestly I'm in a dark state but how beautiful the moon looks when it shows it's dark night of the soul.</b> I'm a firm believer, and I believe if we sever that last cord, greatness would present itself in hefty amounts. <b>All we have to do is try. All we have to do is keep going. Hell, all we have to do is stay in great places and keep away from questionable entrances to Satan's "BE ALL END ALL". </b>
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<b>THEY THOUGHT I WAS MENTAL
BUT IF MENTAL MEANS BEING
ABLE TO SEE THE TRUTH
THEN MENTAL IS WHO AND WHAT
I'LL BE.
I was almost erased, but the Devil's eraser just didn't work on a powerful being such as myself. xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864583031630130963.post-68369785956748725742023-11-23T16:03:00.000-08:002023-11-23T16:21:54.541-08:00Just breathe!!!<b>All I needed to do was breathe, but instead I chose to suffocate all for a love that was burning way too fast.</b> I gave myself a golden curse by destroying my talents, day by day and night by night -revolving my most inner peace with someone else's magical distrubance. I almost died chasing a pain that didn't feel good.<b> The pain I was introduced to had me sliding down a wall, it had me questioning everything I am and everything they said I was -when I wasn't that.</b> I was just trying to show them me, and they were too busy making me a product of their past.<b> They were shaming me for their poor discernment.</b> They should've seen the fox in sheeps clothing. They should've seen that the wolf wasn't really the grandma, and after all in the end the wolf never actually really had asthma -but a plan to steal what wasn't their's to take.
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<b>With me by their side I could've seen what was coming, and I could've... I could've...Keanu what could you have done to a broken mess that wanted to stay as is?</b> What could I have done for a want to be victim?<b> What more could I have been to make them see me and not who they previously encountered?</b> I was allowing myself to stop my spiritual mornings and nights all for a couple of mouth mishaps. It was all a mistake and I can't change that.<b> Hell I can't even visualize what I should've done because in that very moment, I didn't want to use my mouth and I sure as hell didn't have the desire to use my brain. I didn't understand what I doing, but I did realize just how unsmart I was after the fact. </b>
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<b>I MADE A MISTAKE, AND AFTER THE FACT I STILL CAN'T EVEN FEEL MY FACE!!!!!</b>
<b>But oh keanu what if you didn't... what if you started a lifelong journey of becoming the villain you were always meant to be? xoxo ItGirl OverLoad xoxo</b>The "K" Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07238423001886384205noreply@blogger.com0