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Is it love or is it lust?

I question this really hard and deep. Inside there are parts broken, parts that still hurt and ache internally from previous encounters and long lost lovers. Lovers who left, some of stayed, some are friends, some of have betrayed me and nearly left my heart on the concrete floor to be stepped on again and again.

Now I dig myself up from the trenches and give myself the love that I been searching for forever. If only all the bitterness, hate and jealousy every partner had ever brought to me could be erased in a instant.

Instead, I digress, I sew my heart back together. I pick up the pieces that were broken glue them back together. I wash myself off the dirt. I cleanse my energy continually, I know I can’t stand too close to the next toxic contaminated being. We are poison for each other, we have to make a choice on what poison we want in our veins.

Because, we are no cure in the flesh and love is the most powerful drug in the world. Hate is the power that will try and rule against it. Love drives all darkness and hate out. Belief must come within and peace is to be achieved not received. Underneath, all the layers of the worlds madness is true beauty. You just have to find it for yourself. Stop circling in the madness and open your eyes to the universes creation. True healing can come from nature, reading a book, talking to a friend or dating and falling in love with the right person.

Repeat After me:

I am safe,

I am protected.

I am loved.

I am beautiful.

I am healthy.

Clear your mind; see the visions.