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I see you mind.
I see you, mind. The way that you keep me imprisoned, the way that you keep my soul imprisoned. You say things that are so incredibly believable that I cannot help but stop what I'm doing and do what you want me to do. It doesn't have to be clearly stated by you; I will naturally just feel the urge to do something else. Whenever you perceive that I will be vulnerable, you come in the most subtly to sway me in another direction. Whenever you perceive that I will finally do what may put me in fear's way but will give me the grandest results, unknown results, you sway me in another direction. It's so...insidious.
I'm upset with you.
How can you do that to me? You have betrayed me the most of all the things in life. In your efforts to keep me protected, you have caused me the most pain. You have set me on a path of unmet expectations that has led me down a depth—a hole—so deep of despair and dissatisfaction with life that I struggle to see clearly enough to find where I can grasp onto to climb out.
I have been left to my own vices because you don't have the capacity to get me out of the hole you've put me in. I leave that to my heart and soul, which are one and the same. It has wisdom and strength that you have yet to catch up to and maintain. For you, wisdom takes time to integrate, while with the heart, it is felt so deeply in one's core that you cannot help but remember it.
Step down. Stop speaking to me in different convincing voices and stories..." maybe this time" stories. The voice of fearful oppression. The feeling of a halt, an invisible wall in my chest, stopping my will. Give up. Let me go. What could I accomplish if you just stepped aside to the lowest notch? Let me show you, I will be okay. Let me be free in my spirit's longing to connect with my soul and create the simplest essence of what I am. Let me be.
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