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Snake In My Tunnel — April 15, 2019

Snake In My Tunnel

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I opened the door to my damp tunnel of pleasure and there he was. What a beautiful creature. What a beautiful sight to see. I invited him in and he came in on a smooth slither of excitement. I grabbed him with my hands and told him to follow me on the trail of soaked tracks. I led him all the way back into the depths of my darkness until he reached a dead end. He became aroused in shock and amazement by how deeply rooted the tracks were. He didn’t realize my tunnel was just as great as my land. He was most definitely enjoying himself. Exploring, twirling all around going in and out of the puddles of water that he kept discovering. That is…until he had enough. It seemed like he was convulsing at one point. It looked as if his soul was lost. He was satisfied with his visit. The night was over and he left. 

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Crown — April 10, 2019

Crown

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While I was baking in my mother’s womb, little did I know about the life that awaited me on the outside. I didn’t know that I would have to go through so many obstacles in order to find my purpose. I didn’t know how much hurt I would have to endure in order to find my smile. I didn’t know that I would have to travel through so many dark trenches of struggle, pain and heartbreak. The journey was a treacherous one indeed. I could fill ten lakes with all the tears I’ve cried. But the crown that I was born with, kept me covered throughout. The crown shielded me. Though I wasn’t able to wear my crown immediately because I wasn’t ready to wear it. The crown has always been there and would later prove to serve a much greater meaning than my struggles. You see the crown was patiently waiting for me all these years and was meant for only me. No one else could fit it. No one else could steal it. Even if they had tried, the crown would’ve found its way back to me. The crown…MY CROWN! My crown was waiting for me to grow into it. My crown could see my revolution before I could see it. My crown realized my potential before I realized it. My crown knew my worth and my value before I knew it. My crown saw my strength. My crown already saw the purpose I was going to fulfill. My crown knew that I was destined for greatness. Today I wear my crown proudly, boldly, unapologetically and I’m sitting on my throne beautifully. It took me years to get here and I refuse to come down off my throne. However, if you’re ready I invite you to take a seat beside me!

 

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