Why is my chest so heavy. My palms sweaty. My thoughts oh so deadly. When will this end already?
My mind is in Chaos, it's not just some payoff. Why can't I make the playoffs?
Tick tock I hear the clock Here is the lock, I Just fell to the bottom of the rock
Let go of the railing who cares if your wailing all they say is your failing when you work so hard to be sailing.
I am who I am meant to be. For God so loved the world that he created me. He sent his son so we can be free.
Whether it's my heavy heart, chaotic mind. You see without God we are all just blind.
You might be called a failure, or hit rock bottom. All we gotta do is go and blossom. Because I believe in a God who is much more Awesome.
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Think Tank
AléatoireThis is a place to store all of my deepest thoughts. It's not supposed to be easily followed or make any sense.
