It’s safe to say we love our superiority.
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We tremble in the fear of not being something, someone, or a point of reference.
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To hold and own a piece that is unique to us, that belongs to us, that defines us.
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And the lie is continuous by a powerful mind catching up to the reality it’s witnessing to lay the blame.
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To give the ownership, sell the soul, and bury the victim of its denial in misrepresentation.
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It’s safe to say without a doubt if we were to be true ~
Thyself dies in dust yet long before that happens we’re dead in the lust of having something while all along we have everything.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~