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Sep 2020
Thinking of how my brains fried

Insane how these things unfinished but I’m focused on the things I ain’t tried

One thing that isn’t a problem is I take up the problems that ain’t mine

I’m mindful of my mortality and of theirs at the same time

I’m shy but it ain’t like I hate shine

I take time to blame, I wonder if I hate mines

I don’t know them but I rate minds

My self-righteous as the berate climbs

Behold what’s taking place-wit thinner than the fakest crepes

As judges we ignore mistakes we make

Let’s focus on the patience grace

And give roses because He chose us is the take away

Who can fold us when we’re here play for play

We actively daily doing two-a-days and today we ain’t afraid

We won’t fray, okay? Okay

I pray, we all pray, we praise because He came
Written by
jacob charles
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