I took out my lighter to
burn another bridge today.
We keep buying things to stay alive-
She tells me I'm full of ****
but she's always been my favourite skeptic.
It's not that I feel empty, I'm just waiting for something
to hit me, I explained to the train tracks.
In the end, we're all just passing by.
I wonder if God
feels lonely.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
I took out my lighter to
burn another bridge today.
We keep buying things to stay alive-
She tells me I'm full of ****
but she's always been my favourite skeptic.
It's not that I feel empty, I'm just waiting for something
to hit me, I explained to the train tracks.
In the end, we're all just passing by.
I wonder if God
feels lonely.
Muddying the water.
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