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Decide and the road will follow

The path will rise to meet your feet

And the air will guide you

Closer to the destiny you desire

If only you will

Cling to it

Find the truth of what you want

And allow the world to answer

Dance along the storm it serves

Sway to its thundering guidance

But never let it sway you

From the heart

Of your dream

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I realized recently that being angry at my body for being how it is, is like being mad at my hair for being brown.

That seems quite silly in retrospect and energy better put towards doing with it what I'd like.

Changeable within reason, yet also exactly how it's supposed to be.

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Where I type Today, <starter> + finish with auto complete and add punctuation.

Today, I may be able to connect you with someone who has survived this year.

That sounds promising at least.

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Never Let Your Voice Be Silent

Rage friends

Riot

Do not go quiet.

As they rip our rights away

We must shout and remind them

We are the ones that scream

The ones that cry out loud

We bear the crux of life

It's our burden all-around

Now we find ourselves fighting

To save those right beside us

The already living

The breathing, the crying

So stand side by side

Shoulder to shoulder

Our voices will join

And grow ever louder

No matter the road ahead

No matter the journey we face

Don't allow them to bind your words

Don't allow them to take your strength

We already bear the burden

Backed by burning power:

Our family, our friends

And compassion that towers

So rage, friends

And riot

And do NOT go quiet.

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Written June 24, originally posted to Reddit.

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The world is an endless talent telling me how unworthy I am.

It's up to me whether I listen or not.

Even if I'm talentless, I can still struggle forward and pave my own path no matter the limits it tries to impose.

Because that is living to my own design and not the one shaped for me.

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Stormy mornings 🌄

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I'll be part of an imperfections parfait

Soul turned over with soylent and hay

A wicked principle wrought against time

Silently nestled in meters of rhyme

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Where I type Today, <starter> + finish with auto complete and add punctuation.

Today, your email address is not the same as the one I sent you last time.

Sure.

Live well.

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When I sit with reality I realize how far away from any form of home this is to me.

A life of stale air in empty rooms of endless faces looking past me.

A constant dry ache under my skin.

Bitter woodpolish and faint dust and thin sheets on beds too high and hard for comfort.

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My knees always burned from sitting on the carpet .

I was limited to keeping my toys mostly in my room.

There wasn't a lot of space, so no matter where I sat it was always some cramped space between a wall and a bed. Or a dresser. Or a closet.

I have more memories sitting closer to the bedroom door even though it was in the shadow of the bed. Overhead fan rarely on. Squashed between the bed the mirrored closet door.

Barbies I wasn't all that interested in out of bins and accessories in bags.

I'd set them up and dress them a million ways with no stories to interest me. I'd try. It'd just feel weird because they were just toys. Empty and thoughtless.

Instead I'd dress them up for different parts of a day or events. And after creating a scene I'd try to give them a new one. And another.

One day I sat there as a fly started to dive bomb me. I watched it buzz about. Over the bed. Back again.

It crawled in a cabinet of my play set pieces.

I snapped it closed with a pop.

I stared at the pink box as the fly struggled desperately.

I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't want to keep it.

It was still buzzing when it went into the plastic bag.

Back into the toy box.

Back onto the shelf.

I stared.

I went away.

The next day I found the fly was dead.

Shiny - it wasn't a typical back fly.

Instead it was green with hints of purples and blues.

I gently placed it back in the box again.

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Where I type Today, <starter> + finish with auto complete and add punctuation.

Today, I'm really worried for NO reason.

Live well.

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Today's Technomancy Prediction

Where I type Today, <starter> + finish with auto complete and add punctuation.

Today, you are willing to give your dreamie the wrong item and they will be the last time you ever see a blank wall.

Whatever that means.

Live well.

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