After much deliberation, there’s
nothing you can do to sway
my mind realized your tactics,
malicious in eyes, manipulative
in your words, and aggressive,
gaslighting like any wounded
righteous sag.
Desperately conveying your
misery at the door, disguised
with the cushion of material
bragging rights.
In complete amazement
that sounds like self-esteem
issues stemming from
childhood trauma that never
been healed.
Unscripted and unresolved,
smoke and mirrors spun
to shield, yield unscrupulous
narratives untold.
Fantasies of fallacies,
unscripted to ensure
your invalidity through
the lens of spirituality.
Personal and deceptive
charming like a pimp,
but it’s not fault
you never had a chance
to be what you were
destined to be, so
you succumbed to
the wasteland of
of toxicity of unhealed
trauma.
Therefore, I’m sending
you a farewell, and
may you find one that
has not elevated, as you
rescue them, and they see
you as their savior.
The presence of the guide has
always wielded its power in the
protection of the chosen.
One must know everyone is
not for everyone, and you
should know your limits in life.
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