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I don’t understand the way my sister lives

It’s not about my life; my sister. I don’t understand the way she lives sometimes. She believes in god and depends on him with everything, then she trips on acid and reveals her third eye. How can one believe in a god and believe that he made you and that’s why you’re here, yet believe that third eye helps opens doors? I, myself, do not believe in god, but I have done LSD and believe we are the cosmos, but I just feel so weird when I hear her stories about tripping and she talks about god still. Is that crazy of me? Crazy of her?


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