Right before I go to sleep, I think to myself words. They stay in my head only long enough to go to the next sentence. Then they fall through like water through my fingers lost to the ground.
For me, I'll I've ever known is what I've felt. I've wept on my bed before. I've wanted someone so badly that I cried and I couldn't stop. That's what the world wants to hear about. I think so because when all I want is God, the words don't come.
For me, I've known life in a particular way. It's just this feeling of loneliness and misery and perseverance and hope and ephemeral salvations. I would write about that. I want people to know what I feel. That's the only reason I write.
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For me, I'll I've ever known is what I've felt. I've wept on my bed before. I've wanted someone so badly that I cried and I couldn't stop. That's what the world wants to hear about. I think so because when all I want is God, the words don't come.
For me, I've known life in a particular way. It's just this feeling of loneliness and misery and perseverance and hope and ephemeral salvations. I would write about that. I want people to know what I feel. That's the only reason I write.
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