Hey Ho to unwanted beef.

I have this thing inside me, it nutures my creative spirit and brings about a sense of joy with sound, that which like I had as a child. It helps me fathom the complexities of music, it provides a balance with nature that I trust, but the way to get there is fraught with complication. How should this be interpreted, accertaining toward my own sense of being, maybe I can somehow register my reality with this force as it devours my thinking and makes others look in distrust, in a way that’s why I write, to try to comprehned my existence that often feels mediocre, but my presence is so fucking obvious. How else can I satiate that beastly componenent?

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