Don't take it personally.
It's not you.
It's them.
You mind them of a peace that's beyond their grasp.
That's why you iritate them so easily.
They look at themselves in mirror and do not like what they see.
They figure their better and comprehend why can continuously rise.
They can't phathome how easy it for you to not require external support.
That's why they lash out you.
That's why they mock.
That's why they brood.
That's why they sulk
That's why complain.
That's they roast you.
That's why they complain.
They want what you have.
They that inner glow.
They want your light.
They want desperately to know how continue to succeed in areas they fail especially after they have sabotage you and set you up to fail.
They are toured souls.
They spiritually dead.
They are love deficient.
They keep desperately trying to fill void and wanting to see how an untainted life could be.
They want to just like you.
They want to be free.
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