Our lives are not tarot cards.
Not a dumb deck to be played.
Not to allow us to decide for ourselves.
Not to be persuaded to put into the universe.
I accept everything I omit, and emit.
I radiate positive energy and sometimes it's negative.
I'll always accept the outcome of that.
But tarot cards don't tell me how to feel.
The real world does.
The real world that made those cards.
The world that wants us shackled to the ideology of
"They who choose for us"
I CHOOSE MY OWN.
To each their own mind,
To each their own soul,
Though we are connected,
To each their own.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
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