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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