There’s a shallow emptiness in the pit of my stomach craving unity.
Scrupulous.
Left foraging for unsightly details that no longer permit commitment to what does not serve me; as if I offered a shallow bribe to myself.
I took it.
I delved under the wash of the shore.
Bumming time and diddling dimes.
I chose the retrospective circumstance.
Toxicity substantiates, I know that.
Call it a wash, as I will.
Everyone’s allowed to do what is not good for them, knowingly.
Even for credibility’s sake of humanity.
Do what deems you guilty.
Learn the contrast.
Gain clarity, and grow from there.
All progress is a sign of success.
A sign of success is proven success in itself.
Bonafide. Just like me.
That’s the way I wanted it, and in there my credibility is proven all the same.
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