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Break the Cycle

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By Sol DevereauxPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Looking to the right her thought process corresponded. Any action that force was put on was followed by a result, and there was no further analysis. Sulking in self-pity sparked a remembrance she craved, never receiving it the time of want. Belittling it was; doubt mystifying the slightest confidence to move forward from that dreaded moment.

"What is it I think of." She began to wish her ways alike to her surroundings. But what was the meaning to life; other than what was known. Not being able to distinguish question or remark exhausted the attempt. Stability angered mostly, yet growth seemed to place her back to the beginning.

"What is it I dream of." She began questioning the feeling that guided her this far. Rare in the moments environment for gifting motivation in its truest form. Visions preforming clearer lessons than what Our reality is giving, but decision appeared unknowingly with that separation.

"Who am I?" Question arose from the heart; leading her back to the start.

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About the Creator

Sol Devereaux

Coach | Student | Las Vegas | I like to express my mind.

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