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I love you all so deeply, My siblings—so completely. We fit together neatly. The haters too, are needed. I superceded nonsense. It no longer affects me. I let the world do what it will. I know it won’t reject me. My thoughts are words of God. And I have all the power. I just have…
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took some photos for you. Lovely little flowers Fill the lonely hours. Your blessing is respected. And all your effort reflected.
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I don’t acknowledge anything.I don’t react at all.I’m learning to need less approvalFrom the audience in the Hall.My soul is just reflecting all thesePeople anyway.They think that they are real but IDon’t care what they all say.They are all projections here.The only real is God.And he is within everything.He’s energy, after all.
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I can’t stop writing poetry.I don’t know what to do.They say that I may never stopUntil my days are through.I write reams of it every weekAnd cannot seem to halt.I don’t know who’s to blame for thisBut know it’s not my fault!
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Heaven smells like flowers.At least that’s what I think.Wafting every hour.And maybe that’s the linkBetween this place that we’re in nowAnd the other one, above.Heaven must be filled with flowers.God is full of love.
Musings of the Mad 