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a color i've never seen before talks to me about my problems with men two steps ahead of me so i let him lead let him tell me everything i know let him face me with a truth stark as a steeple leftover from days when believers flocked in droves to high places and i thought maybe we can only be worth what we're willing to give away maybe our deaths and our debts lie latent until the final tally maybe i'll always have problems with men and no matter what i do they'll never have anything to do with Jesus a color i've never seen before talks to me about how i'm the problem and i laugh and i try again
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
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a color i've never seen before talks to me about my problems with men two steps ahead of me so i let him lead let him tell me everything i know let him face me with a truth stark as a steeple leftover from days when believers flocked in droves to high places and i thought maybe we can only be worth what we're willing to give away maybe our deaths and our debts lie latent until the final tally maybe i'll always have problems with men and no matter what i do they'll never have anything to do with Jesus a color i've never seen before talks to me about how i'm the problem and i laugh and i try again
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
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