You are not a loser.
You’re not the victim of your circumstance.
Let this not be your truth.
The one who is saying this to you
Is your own finger bitter by a snake.
The truth is
You’re a meadow
In which life happens.
Now let this clarity find you.
Let this arrow of knowingness
Split you open.
You’re not the victim of your circumstance.
Let this not be your truth.
The one who is saying this to you
Is your own finger bitter by a snake.
The truth is
You’re a meadow
In which life happens.
Now let this clarity find you.
Let this arrow of knowingness
Split you open.
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