I ask myself what it is to love. I have no life in my creative arts. It is not dreaming patiently. I am worried about convictions of myself as a natural. It is my life to be alive. I cannot believe parts of me are nothing.
Please be good and be loving to your parts.
This makes me laugh -- get it, "parts"?
I wish you did believe in the Goddess because then I would be hopeful and possibly free.
Ask me what it is to love and be rude to yourself. It is painful and it is lewd.
Please know that I will never be drunk as a fuck. I will never be afraid to live for life as a woman with answers.
Thank you for being strong.
No one is here to be portrayed as a no one.
Oh well. Please be right about your thoughts. They are good for themselves.
I hope you will give up the act of being shit. I hope you will act like you are strong and treat yourself because of your love for dreams with feelings of capitalism as woman.
There is no good in this fame.
I seek treatment for my family. I seek love for my being.
Bye for now.
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