Stopping and starting again In moments that pass over my lips when I forget I am and just be
We are not here for self At least, I am not
I was born this way I could accept it let the energy flow if I could just find a path with less resistance
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See Alllike a sharpening stone worn by blade after blade honing themselves on it never lapped or levelled pitted and degraded by careless cutlers to the point of uselessness only able to mar the edges it tri
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