You don’t get to tell me who I am when you yourself are a walking paradox. Nobody uses salt anymore so why does it seem to be the only seasoning you use. It’s really not that good for you but what do I know. I know you don’t get to tell me who I am, when illusions are your go to. I’m divinely guided and protected. I see it all without any verbiage. You don’t get to tell me who I am because I only answer to one, and I am one with the only one which means, you don’t get to tell me who the fuck I am.