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Coffee and cigarettes rock me to sleep while the noise outside these walls affirm my inadequacy and prolong the questions that haunt my mind. This hole in my chest is eating away from the inside out as only the pulse in my wrist confirms a heart still fighting.
The debris of sin surrounds me as I lay, a ton of bricks weighing down my soul. Constant reminder of struggles lost tuck me in to start the cycle one last time.
.This is the kind of crap I write when I go to bed at three in the morning. Wow I need sleep.
The debris of sin surrounds me as I lay, a ton of bricks weighing down my soul. Constant reminder of struggles lost tuck me in to start the cycle one last time.
.This is the kind of crap I write when I go to bed at three in the morning. Wow I need sleep.