From paragator to a little monster

It’s a monster, it began as a paragator and then really took flight.
Mental illnesses dosed in ink take birth in my aching alienated mind.
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I have time to and the resources to mellow my anxiety enough to sit.
Moment to moment.
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Minute to minute.

Minute to minute.
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Just need some Flow.
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I sit with intention.

To sit and to paint and to be present with my current place in this body.
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Despite the day, the circumstances anxiety is there dropping daggers down my spine.
There isn’t a reason.

It’s just my baseline, the invisible daggers target vital functions.
But fuck it, I’m alive.
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Here’ s to life, may it fuck you with greater courtesy then it has shown me.
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🙃🖤

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