(ohhh, ahhhh) yeah I might of had bad emotional triggers through my outbreaks but thats trauma i just simply stocked away now im asked today how did I circumnavigate being hunted as prey (in my brain) I sought after the light (okay) it sounds simple enough the light up above is exactly whats guiding you throughout your ways, ive had people to talk to and it helps everybody to have somebody to talk to in anyway hence my vision for a passion to be built off the light i want to shine one day called RefiningRecovery cause Recovery refines who you truly are or who you want to be not who you is but who you will see not what you feel but what you (will) feel which is real and it scares some to have the journey and its a bargain to others getting the help that you need on your way to land on your feet to boosting your passion from acting to entrepreneurship straight up in fashion not its all been a fun and a blast but leave the rest not for last but for new beginnings to look at... and i should maybe think of a different way- weight has been on me since Armageddon has started coming no im running a different direction a different view I got and its stunning so beloved and this is the aftermath of my statistical tracks (x2) Id rather keep my path to myself then give it out to others but its not a bother if someone wants help along theirs like hell ill go there ill help them but only soon as im out this is a idea I have a route ive chosen for myself something to feel something to heal off of and truth is im just trying like every other person im hurting so is every other person man I can barely flirt and that's just the route of this shit because ive taught myself a feeling I should have and look up to but it got debauched and I don't even think of it no more as its behind me... im just on my grind man and there aint much stopping me other then the active thoughts of not being here no more ... so much fun... weight has been on me since Armageddon has started coming no im running a different direction a different view I got and its stunning so beloved and this is the aftermath of my statistical tracks (x2) ive written shit at work and been seeing shit like teaching shit while they throwing shit right out of the cot (fuck) im in my own place of existence and this is what I love its my passion even though im blind.. blinded by the infamous tries of my predecessor now im the professor giving the lesson and rule 1 is "always win even when on the brink not every win has to be physical or big but one good enough to seem like it is" rule 2 is "think and receive as its already yours grind towards passion and passion grinds towards you.. 2 interlinked factors that hold each other close" final rule 3 "never let outside influences disrupt your mind frame you have adapted and changed so stick to your guns in this game its a silly way of saying that what you think of rule 1 and 2 changes rule 3 dramatically could show exponentiality or decrease in your longevity" but sometimes the weight is on you (it is) and it has been on me (it still is) and its hard to navigate it so you could run from it and get a different view or you could rather look at it then fuck it up (and give it some flu) hahaha. weight has been on me since Armageddon has started coming no im running a different direction a different view I got and its stunning so beloved and this is the aftermath of my statistical tracks (x2)
