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<center>It’s barely worth mentioning where you tell yourself without concern, it’s doesn’t shout, it doesn’t charge while that vice begins in silence like a mist curling over ground at dawn
It’s barely worth mentioning where you tell yourself without concern, you barely noticed at first and you think its harmless, small painless, just passing by without a trace
It’s barely worth mentioning where you tell yourself without concern, but the smallest fault is entertained becomes a guest that stays long unnoticed will someday carry weight
It’s barely worth mentioning where you tell yourself without concern, still you guard it gently this creeping crack swearing it means no harm build excuses like scaffolding layer by layer…





<center>There’s an explanation for everything you will assure yourself again, you even justify what you should reject as if the mirror’s blind where it didn’t seem like a choice but just a habit, just you
There’s an explanation for everything you will assure yourself again, but one day you look back and the road is gone because you’re somewhere else where you drifted but the end is just far
There’s an explanation for everything you will assure yourself again, but that promise like smoke, never quite holds int the hand where at first it needed you, now you need it and the roles reversed
There’s an explanation for everything you will assure yourself again, you find yourself doing things that old you you’ve mocked because this isn’t indulgence anymore, it’s dressed as desire…





<center>This isn’t the real me though it happens daily where I passed the point of return, the longer you wait the stronger the roots grow beneath your choices day by day
This isn’t the real me though it happens daily where I passed the point of return, what could’ve been plucked clean now requires tearing at the soul hunting you daily
This isn’t the real me though it happens daily where I passed the point of return, the cost climbs daily-relationships, self-worth, time all bled dry, and still you say, “Maybe tomorrow”
This isn’t the real me though it happens daily where I passed the point of return, not knowing how much you’ve lost but no comfort lives where growth has died…





<center>I either act now or lose myself or whether I rise or fall begins with me, on one side is habit the well-worn road in the other is the hard climb where you can’t carry everything
I either act now or lose myself or whether I rise or fall begins with me, freedom isn’t easy but drowning is certain if you stay but it’s a  lifeline wrapped in you own resolve
I either act now or lose myself or whether I rise or fall begins with me, but every redemption also begins small with one honest look where you can’t stop before the storm or let it swallow your world of regrets
I either act now or lose myself or whether I rise or fall begins with me, the crossing is easier now because later you choose the story or the story will choose you…





<center>Watchwords:
Patterns root in the body like rituals burn into the brain
Your habits are no longer yours, they own the clock, your will, the path
But ill discipline doesn’t  stay mild- it grows teeth and hunger
What felt wrong becomes routine and what hurt now numbs you 


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<center>Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*</center>


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<center>As and will always be reminding you to dream:</center> 
<center>*“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*</center>



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