Censored bliss is not what I beat for
Happiness is not a meme that reads “Goals” or the mat at your doorway
I wish you curved roads because the straight & narrow doesn’t work for the open minded
I’m not worried about you finding my skeletons as much as I am afraid of being buried by them.
When is the last time you truly cared about all of you?
Cleansed your mental. Followed your spirit.
Happiness is not on your keychain nor did it come to your house for temporary fulfilment after drunken nights
Your happiness just slipped out of your bed…..square one, stay stuck.
Until you realize that you might need to look to the shadows to gather yourself instead of hiding in the light…..true liberation won't occur
Self destruction is the easy route….turn that bitterness to sweet, tell yourself it’s alright
Never get livid at the idiotic people though I go berserk at the dullness of my life
Sit & gaze into a dusty window…..the empty face stares back at me and whimpers
Look to your core to be joyous before you starve for the world to make you happy.
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