the haze on my possible prostitution calms me, brings me down many notches to a point on my life map i cannot find
too many clouds
i just can't do it, can't get paid for my gifts when they're not being used correctly, efficiently, effectively, cloud trillion
call me crazy
i'm not experiencing confusion because i know what i shouldn't do and just have to come to terms with what i should
this is simple
He's let me go so far but not all the way, let me spread my wings but not all day. He sees that somewhere within this crazy sin kept child there is some good left for His glory
here's my story
i say here take me use me break me, mould me Your will not mine Your way not mine
but i still have an agenda
what i haven't meant with all these words, what i haven't really said in my heart amidst in all my pious rhetoric is
i'll do whatever
dissatisfaction rocks my boat
again
i will now walk the certain road
the end
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