Our minds are easily swept and torn,
by the influence of voices.
The essence of self creation fades,
with every breath you refuse to take.
Forget all you've changed in order to please others.
You've been an illusion this whole time.
The anchor is dragging us below the surface.
We build new foundations in hope of,
finding ourselves again.
Purity breeds the boldest form of balance.
Detach yourself from the world that caused you to,
stray away.
Destroy everything that has ever pushed you away.
Their words mean nothing now.
No longer living a life without self control,
the only voice that matters is my own.
It's either sink or swim.
We are creators of the life, the life we choose to live.
Now take a breath and let these words sink in.

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