By Mac Guerreiro
My chest is tight,
It’s hard to stand upright,
The anxiety is crippling,
All due to extreme patterns of people pleasing,
Inadequacy,
The feeling of the hour,
Other lower vibrations pile on,
An ever-growing tower,
He takes care of me,
Eye fear Eye’m too much,
But eye can’t help myself when in this rut,
Eye need love,
So badly that Eye’m scared to lose sight,
Eye wish eye could stand upright.
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Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.
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