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The world is your toaster
It's never the words that cut.
It's the mind's eye that creates the pain.
Now LET it cut,
and tell me.
How does it feel?
So many I see.
Painfully pining.
With constipated emotion.
Twisted and turned the wrong way.
Until the soul is bent, concaved & crushed.
Negativity seeps in,
Through ethereal pores.
A delicate transistor,
Oscillating on a malevolent frequency.
But wait I say...
The heads not dead...
Just turned around.
The hearts not broken...
Just flipped upside-down.
Just take a sec,
To introspect and detect
Root out the problem
Take time
Understand
Forgive
Release the negative
Embrace the positive
For the World is your toaster.
