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fiest
I repetitiously mutter these things to myself until they evolve.
I know it hurts to be alone, wishing you had somebody to call on the phone, wondering if you missed out on love in the past, praying to God, doubting, counting the times you've asked, seems everybody's boo'ed up, and youre silently mad sigh, deny your pride and show a lil more thigh, a little more chest and birds flock to your nest, for a one night stand. empty *** leaves you empty and you can't understand... Blind from teary eyes, but you "got needs" so you "take what you can find"... self-esteem gone, God sending texts, conscience constantly calling but you don't even check. Take another swig, **** another choke, drag from the cig, slowly dying from the smoke and all this really is, is you trying to cope, with loneliness like a rope tied tight around your throat. I know your heart is broke, some advice id like to give, why indulge in what could **** you when God died so you could live... It's not about religion, it's knowing you're forgiven, that you're totally loved, no matter what you've done. that there's a living God who sees you when you cry and if you believe in His promise, You'll never die, pain may last for a night, but hold on, Jesus is someone we can rely on.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
.ylenol
We’ve slept for too long... slumbered thru the day. hate has grown strong and we all stand amazed. staring at the blaze of a culture on fire. who will douse the flames of the outraged and tired. if we’re silent while it matters we’ll never see change, as tyrants rise to power keeping people afraid. Dr. King dream spoke of resolution, now the blood of our kids is the fuel of revolution. Justice will prevail by man or by God. In our lives or our kids’ against all odds. To endure for the justice of the unlawfully slain. We need the power held by the blood of ultimate grace. Jesus.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
Red Fuel