A window into Brain - Stuck in Circles

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It seems hard for me to jump out of it, the Will is weak, the ego is strong, the environment doesn't support.

I wish to express disappointment of being, the person I wish to be is slowly coming, yet it's hard to know that the person can come now.

Yet laziness and selfishness are the greatest evil, they feel good, satisfying to the ID.

I need methods, I need teachers to tell me what to do. But Fate says you have to do it yourself.

I wish to express disappointment, yet I know it doesn't help, and when I look at it positively, and "going with the flow". I am still stuck.

How can One see it all, the loops and circles I keeps the Self trapped, where I is dominant, Myself wants to kill Me, to wake Self and take the lead.
Too many Identities!

Why can't you just come and show me a method? Because you know it already, but you make yourself restricted, because of others' eyes and judgment talks. But it's not, a paradox in the making.

You love them so much you don't want to disappoint them. You are so afraid to be rejected, you don't want to freak them out. You are trapped between Love and Fear, tense that one a bit more up.
From the middle ground you will pop out.

I can't really see it, it's like Self is veiled through smog, maybe I can see through? Myself is dying.
Too many voices in the head.

Surely I does know, it's not crazy, it was just let loose, given the freedom to travel through places unknown, going through a Labyrinth, so long and tiresome, I knows it will not be lot, yet Myself what's to get break through the walls and reach the Self, it's breath is only limited.

You are confusing the Me, Myself, and I, ooh little Self. Stop those cuttings of the Being, you have used it in it's good time. Brain not working and hands not typing so well. But we must release.

They are looking at Me! Judging thinking of He, is lost and gone koko, why does he want glasses?

--- Complain all I can, truly I fear to do as I please, because I love all those who I feel and see.

It is so mixed up, I don't know why. No matter how much i realise of the circles i'm stuck in, I am still stuck in them. Purify me, I am typing my heart now, to the world to see, dangerous it may be, at the end of it you won't recognise me, but I will still love You.

I do, it's so easy, you're just so beautiful, all of you 2-legged, 4-legged, winged, and rooted.
But it's time to love Me, Myself to die, and I to be.

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