For the girl who always bares her soul, You untwine fragments of yourself and hand them out to those you believe need them. These fragments often end up thrown on the floor of some bar or wrapped around your own neck, and you're left with a little less of yourself every time. Others may see these as faults, though sometimes they are, not always. You leave impressions on those you bare yourself tp; you're fixed yet free. Often your feelings and emotions go unnoticed due to the fact that you're always so immersed in bringing out the sun in someone else's eyes.
You ever recognize that you're currently existing in the third dimension, that your soul is seeking to expand further than that and death is part of the ascension process but that's too morbid to think about they say.. But it's crucial to acknowledge it, don't you think?
I question whether you're a physcopath or you actually loved me. It's hard to believe you didn't love me, the amount of times you told me convinced me but then the thoughts of you telling the other girl the same thing flood in. Which proves to me you didn't.
"everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence"