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Passionate, political, poetic


Standing at the precipice of my life...

Swimming in the watery depths of my soul, I see a light at the edge of the horizon. And it glows, it glows. It beckons me near, to the things I love, glinting in the summer sun.

A new beginning it is to be tasted, your light is not to be pushed to the edge of the plate, squashed into oblivion.

Root out anything that is not serving you now - before it bears more fruit. And keep on weeding until all that's left are your favourite flowers, leaning into the wind.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Waste not time living out someone else's version of things. For it is not they who will have to look upon the ruins of your own dreams. Left to linger in the mossy shadows of kingdoms lost to time...

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