Not sure who wrote it.

Not sure who wrote it.

Sometimes I like it and sometimes I don’t. Don’t want to be the walking wounded any more, but t these cuts run so deep they make my soul burn. Eternity is here and now. Immortality is supposed to be a gift to be grateful for but I can’t help thinking it’s all a crock of shit at the end of the day. God please let karma redeem me from those that brutalised me. I know they’ll never see what I see and we both know that they’ll never achieve the height of the spiritual experience. Dragging their heals from birth to death hating on ever because it’s safer than to have to look in the fucking mirror. Look in the mirror Kristen. You are lost, clueless and a waste of oxygen. You stole my child. But she loves me more than you. You’ve thrown everything at me and I think it’s hilarious that it has turned me into something you will never understand or defeat and you will slide further down the karmic hill into a pointless existence and wake up in the next cycle of Samsara as a cockroach. Same as this time. Just filth, hatred, I don’t know maybe worse. No one likes a narcissist especially a very wise child that spotted you years ago for what you were. Karma is the highest governing spiritual law in the universe. You lie cheat steal and behave the way you do ? 😂. Look in the mirror in your eyes, wells to a shallow dead soul. The sickness will get you… it will all come out in the wash. Not me though 😊. You cannot even come close to what I am. ♥️
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