I'm so caught up in a life that I don't know what exists, my dreams are so unreal.
it's like a dark fantasy or something even darker.
in my younger years nothing really scared me, I mean monsters and the boogie man, where not a nightmare but reality.
I never grew up knowing God or even attending a church, be too honest.
I don't really know why I chose the path of Jesus.
my world was full of chaos at such a young age I rarely remember much,
and I think that has to do with the abuse I entailed.
I never really understood what the meaning of beauty meant until I
started getting better and finding the light that's been waiting.
for me and has so much love for me.
I hear whispers in my ear, and they are the way of life, light and freedom,
I just needed to listen.
like a shell from the ocean, you hear the cries of the waves.
I caught myself daydreaming about a girl I use to know, and
that girl is me.
when I was broken it took weeks to find my favorite color again,
people can change you if you let them and you become insane,
what's the world just like a marshmallow?
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 2:28 AM UTC
I'm so caught up in a life that I don't know what exists, my dreams are so unreal.
it's like a dark fantasy or something even darker.
in my younger years nothing really scared me, I mean monsters and the boogie man, where not a nightmare but reality.
I never grew up knowing God or even attending a church, be too honest.
I don't really know why I chose the path of Jesus.
my world was full of chaos at such a young age I rarely remember much,
and I think that has to do with the abuse I entailed.
I never really understood what the meaning of beauty meant until I
started getting better and finding the light that's been waiting.
for me and has so much love for me.
I hear whispers in my ear, and they are the way of life, light and freedom,
I just needed to listen.
like a shell from the ocean, you hear the cries of the waves.
I caught myself daydreaming about a girl I use to know, and
that girl is me.
when I was broken it took weeks to find my favorite color again,
people can change you if you let them and you become insane,
what's the world just like a marshmallow?
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