Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Additional Evil Report At 6 And 11

Weighted sorrows flirting with winged anxiety, get off of me.

Gloom and doom on every timeline, repetitive garbage radio’s dull sound,

I’m commanded to think of somewhere else, commendable things, in God’s love peace blooms forth.

Heavy-duty pain, negative energy, strain after strain, refuse razor handcuffs and chains they have for me.

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