i told bunkle,
if dostoyevsky's right
that the person
god trusts is
the one to
whom he gives
a lot of
pain, think he
trusted us too
much this time,
he said well
we gotta trust
him he knows
what he's going
to do with
all of this
i looked down
at my sweatpants
someone other than
me and none other
than me had
written you say
you have faith,
where is it?
save Your people
...save me
god, i don't
have much left
but bruises today,
it hurts to
wake up it
hurts to try
to sleep it
hurts to think
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
i told bunkle,
if dostoyevsky's right
that the person
god trusts is
the one to
whom he gives
a lot of
pain, think he
trusted us too
much this time,
he said well
we gotta trust
him he knows
what he's going
to do with
all of this
i looked down
at my sweatpants
someone other than
me and none other
than me had
written you say
you have faith,
where is it?
save Your people
...save me
god, i don't
have much left
but bruises today,
it hurts to
wake up it
hurts to try
to sleep it
hurts to think
never wanted to hurt you, just wanted to heal you
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