What are we? One shots of destruction, ephemeral, paper thin. We practice the art of never. Don't be worried. i don't think i will ever try again, twice is enough. i know it hurts abouve my cheak, it makes me cry which is hard to do. there must be equity somehow, i am not sure i am in control of it, actually i am pretty sure i am not, i just choose which doors to walk through. like those adolescent mystery novels where each new page says go here, choose this or that. right now the choice will be bed. it has been long in coming. i have been up and down and in the middle tonight. i don't know what is inside me. it boils my blood, and blood runs everywhere in the body. everything i have is gassed. the levy is dry.
so roll the dice one more time, if you gotta die, die chasing the dream, there's no where else that i'd rather be.
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We are all burning up on the inside for some reason or another. You are searching for health, and the faith that comes with that. I'm begging for love here, and finding it above at the same time.
We are fires. Unquenchable. Unstoppable. Ready for the end of the world to save us from our sins.
We are all burning up on the inside. Breath of God.
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