Adios ego, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see it succumb once and for all. Feeling its resistance and all its tall tales, first burst of tears then glimpses of candor through the refractions of the morning light. Creeping up to the sunlit nooks, yearning all night to reunite again with the rays to reactivate and get us flowing through our day with our limitless and bountiful doses of emission from our radiant provider.
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