Fuck their traditions.
Let the saints stare.
Take me under the roof of their Cathedrals.
Moan out my prayers.
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The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in
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Fuck their traditions.
Let the saints stare.
Take me under the roof of their Cathedrals.
Moan out my prayers.
