G.o.G.0.

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Published March 1, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC. Runtime: 2:46. Channel note: early child(Hood) inspired My reality’s losing my grip or I’m losing a hold of my head the other or the one. I’m not sure of anything anymore but I just know that my body can’t keep up with the speed at which I’m going. I can’t even -DELETED- without turning off everything in that room including myself. I was raised to be always on and I think I’ve subconsciously divided the good with the bad parts of myself like a good Christian. Yet it’s not a solution to things. I remember reading in an overbearing test a philosophy question. Something about the hair follicles of the mind called thoughts. The question was whether or not it is sound to pluck them from our heads. I don’t think that’s how the mind works. I think the mind does what it does and we have partial autonomy over what our body does because of it. I’m splintered because I’m a consequence of two 20th century coups turned wrong because they were successful. I was never supposed to be born and yet I feel so un-respected because of the adversity I had faced at even leaving my mothers womb and even further my family at surviving. My -DELETED- was a beggar. My -DELETED- was a cleaning lady. I never met one of them. And the other swings faster than swings in a hurricane. I’m annoyed at the double life I live. In my mind and outside. They tell us the world favors adversity but we praise those who haven’t shook hands with their locked doors. I’m trapped behind mine every day and I pray I make it out with my light intact. This stuff really helps. I hope you can hear that. Debbie Taylor - I Dont Wanna Leave You. -Spider-Man 1967- (I still don’t). All rights reserved to the respective copyright owners.