Excerpt
Manster or Mon? Part Four
Feeling as if you're stuck as a shambling corpse yearning to go beyond our current situation. The necrotic tissue still clinging to us, asking us not to change. Stay as you are. Don't change. Barks the pieces of flesh, forever stuck in complacency. Life only works if you work it. Stuck in a rut for far too long. We must proverbially "Shit or get off the pot." Do I stay or do I go, now? He must be willing to risk everything for peace of mind. To never try is to damn yourself from reality. Don't ever trade your thoughts for others. Too much do we search for others veiled validations for virtually no reason. If you never have faith and are unwilling to change uncomfortable situations, your movements will be that of the living dead; Slow, stank, decrepit, and driven only by hunger.
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