Synchron-i-city
Well Organized-Anarchist
Christ following-Sinner
following brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.
At a red light, on a fast food napkin.
I’ll admit it I fell in the water, I did.
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I slipped and I fell and I splashed in my sin.
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The current was strong. It engulfed me within.
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I gasped for each breath, too tired to swim.
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I thought, “This is it. This is surely the end!”
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But my father reached down and he saved me …AGAIN.

robot-heart-politics:thesmarttart:staceray:
Who’s Getting Between You & Your Dr.?
Jump or get off the Bridge.
Caffeine pumped inconsistency.
Gear shifted needles catching up to me.
Incomplete creativity.
It’s all wrong.
Call it grey sky sad songs.
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Shifty framed smiles.
Cheap ink not worth while.
brain stretched inches,
can’t comprehend a mile.
Turns the grey sky sad songs.
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You can dye it black and burn it straight, it wont help out any case.
Emulate the others, articulate your latest losing streak.
It’s annoying not unique.
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Search invisibility.
Hard learned lessons in humility.
Concerned for you, she’ll never be.
Sing your grey sky sad songs.
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You can dye it black and burn it straight, it wont help out any case.
Emulate the others, articulate your latest losing streak.
It’s annoying not unique.
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It’s seedy.
It’s tattered.
It’s played out.
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Somewhat shallow.
Simplistically,
layed out.
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You can dye it black and burn it straight, it wont help out any case.
Emulate the others, articulate your latest losing streak.
It’s annoying not unique.
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It’s no mystery.
All the grey sky sad songs.
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You’re a fool.





