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I tend to forget life has its way to get to us and we become completely entrenched in stories that do not seem to have a connection to us those unexpected attachments like filaments taking us under into journeys we would be too afraid to endeavor if it wasn't for the love for (an)other until we return back to ourselves again just to find whatever we sought whatever had a hold on us has been here within all along we simply couldn't remember our own divinity until our beliefs have been shattered perfectly clearing our heart to trust what we are ~•~ a beautiful milieu