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To My Protectors
Devotion
Soft whispers that guide me
Reminders that the game is not over
Reflection will not be neglected
Innate abilities rising to the surface
Ancestral Inner G has a purpose
Their blood is my blood
As Above, So Below
Ancient wisdom runs through my veins
Always observing
My ancestors leave nothing unnoticed
Gentle spirits that guide me
Giving dire...
Friday 4th May 2018 9:01 pm
Unspoken
Awake in a world that is asleep,
Always in a constant fluctuation of chaos,
My spirit seeks balance and peace.
Solitude has become my friend,
For the crowd that is riding the wave has unconsciously become my enemy,
Negativity is toxic.
My energy is prescious,
I must protect it,
Cherish it,
Everyone is not worthy.
Monday 18th December 2017 1:54 am
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