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There's a piece of my heart that still holds on to you.
The piece that equates neglect with value;
Abandonment with level of servitude.
The fairytale I never got to see come true.
why is life the way it is?
I wake up everymorning expecting, doing, partaking, in the same actions
There seems to be a routine in our minds.
But, in reality routine is dangerous.
why is life the way it is?
I wake up everymorning expecting, doing, partaking, in the same actions
There seems to be a routine in our minds.
But, in reality routine is dangerous.
I am a child of God,
Lord hear my prayers
but am I the one not listening
I try to figure out the game
yet I struggle and cave
I know I am not perfect
but isnt that what you came for
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
5:6:If God was real-
5:7:then my face would be blue,
5:8:Then I don't need to walk 5 miles to school
While other students are rolling in their summer red corvettes
I am laughingThat I can be dummyBut I am still laughingAs the world looks badlyAnd the time passed quicklyI found myself lazyI am toughing that I am triflingAll are passed to me and runI look to the time in runI am searching ,searchingTo find myse
