random disconnect

random dis  connect

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Have you ever found
yourself talking but
not understanding what
you were saying?
Like it was all on
autopilot? like your
skin is not your skin?
Your lips were not yours?
This is my life.

Found this poem in my papers. This was borne out of a time where I merely existed but did not live. I wasn’t confident about the path I was on. So instead of rebelling (which I should have done), I endured. My advice, if you’re going through a similar crisis of consciousness, is to take the rebel route. You’ll learn more about yourself than you ever thought possible. 

love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean
love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean

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