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Perspective: I Think I Overshared

Safe room, nice smiles. Bright eyes, so green. Tilt head, squint of the eyes while one speaking in response avoids eye contact. Great opening, awkward in the end I realize the embrace was not fake, but ran out of its reach. Pieces of what we called together, like family felt like a strange crowd. It feels like I lost some friends that never were. Peace and love sending you best wishes.

It took thirty years to grow out of the limiting of self habits based on over consideration of those sick in their envy. It’s better to shine so much it burns them from the inside. Maybe then their transformed versions are better company.

I think I overshared and I’ll have to be this way again. What is a fucking sea star if not always giving and constantly consuming. Attention is money darling. Take your portion.


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