Today I stayed in hell. Left honesty to wait for me while a diluted my visions of flesh crush bones until I cliaxed infront of a 5 inch tool used to mislead the next generation of what life is about. I have become a prototype to societys habtiual sin. It's only 8 a.m.
When I put my mind to something I can go, When I'm gone I feel worthful then worthless when time has passed and I'm stuck in the same home I was raised in since 7.
The devil is not just to blame when I invite him in before letting the air flow through my lungs, waking up.
Trusting More is hard since I can't trust myself on this side of the naked ring finger how can I say I am ready?
This goes hard.
P.S. LORD, forgive me I am down to three pennies in my cup holder for spending $7 at taco bell.
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