These things repeat their vacance
I must stop allowing the transmittal vibration
I am near the edge,
So depressed and unaware of what lies ahead.
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I had identities and personalities that weren't me
These social constructs fuel the ego and its reality,
All Cone did was walk because that's what she believed
She was the outcast that no one could see.
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Shedding the thoughts is intense
Because people are taught that opinions are their defense,
Thoughts are a construction
If beliefs were the core then Coneflower would have faced her destruction.
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I don't think
I only believe and sense the accuracy
What does my intuition tell me?
That's the only reality.
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My friend still lives
She's beyond the human sentience.
My awareness is beyond human perception
Where's this voided depression?
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The ego causes misconception
Nature and her laws co-exist beyond the senses.
Everything's replaced when people change,
That's why transmittance shapes people and their disgrace.
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She's only a theory,
You may have a conspiracy,
But your thoughts reflect the identity's accordance
Cone's no longer the metempsychosis.
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My thoughts and beliefs don't define me
There's no such thing as a personality
Just your true self and common decency
The consciousness cannot construct me.
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I thank Coneflower, because she helped me remember my origins
She was the misfortunate
I hold my true self and purpose
She can no longer be unfortunate.
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I stare as Cone walks
I am forever sorry that she's been lost.
She's inactive and spends her days resting,
Her reality is melting.
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That identity lies down
The blood's all over her arms,
The battleground marks,
Cone doesn't pose a threat to what society loves.
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This poor girl rests peacefully
The lost Earth Personality
She knew it wasn't true nature
So, she's been placed six feet under the creator.
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She closes her eyes and rests
Nature encloses her bed
Forever has this identity shed,
And is protected against being enslaved, again.