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Endless Exhaustion where rest cannot be found
Constant worry and anxiety come from every sound
Feeling of tension creep through the body
No chance of ever reaching samadhi
Then there was the sweet silence of us
A peace that wakes with the willingness to trust
Stillness of mind and everyday chatter
Not hearing the voices, saying I do not matter
The severe illness of having the will yet to love
Not of all others, but of oneself thereof
Being an honest native of a pure and willing soul
Authentic to love and that is true gold
Falling in love once again my dear friend
This time forever and all genuine
In order to love our fellow man
First starts inside, believing you can
Love for yourself, value your thoughts
Seeing worth in your beauty, not all is lost
Much Love Much Life