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My, Me, Mine.



My voice - In progress
My style - Dreamy
My views - Debatable
My life - A work of art
My thoughts - A beautiful paradox
My space - Stellar
My trust - Pending
My love - Everlasting
My time - An enigma
My family - Precious
My paradise - Life
My body - Matter
My mind - A tool
My knowledge - Growing
My habits - Forming
My subconscious - My friend
My friends - My connection to the world
My world - Is your world
My word - Trustworthy
My soul - Antique
My speech - Dreams of eloquency
My dreams - Speak truth
My future - Impacts all of you
My present - A gift
My past - Valuable
My expectation - Faith in good
My moment - Life
My good - People
My bad - People

All of me that my mind can see is mine.
It's my gift to you.



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Naming - Letters to the Multiverse

Powerless Life, Powerless Night

I have never really understood will power. I understand boredom. I think it's a waste of time to think about how boring your imagination is. You're so dull, you can't entertain yourself, but I get it. I've had will power, and I like to think that once you've experienced something, it increases your knowledge of said something. But when I weigh out the benefits of telling yourself what you want, and then sticking to it, it falls short on the scale next to living in the moment. Making crazy, off the wall, out of the blue, stupid decisions is part of being human, it's part of the human experience. I can't understand why people don't want to make bad decisions. It was one of "those days." The kind of emotional girl roller coaster days you'd see in a rom com where the girl is taking turns comforting herself in greasy french fries and Tom Hanks' love stories with whatever her name is with the orgasms, except there were drugs, and it wa...