Brief Brown Dirt

Left in the cold a real fear especially when I hesitate unnecessarily and incorrectly given the situation, loving arms accepting patiently waiting meanwhile my heart and head walking off or speedily skating

Heavenly Father it seems like I’m broken and I can’t explain my silence requests presently going unspoken can’t say I’m looking for affection dispersed via love tokens as you’ve already given more than I deserve, surely I irritate at this point or as momma said get on your nerves

Doing circles until my feet break, times come and go wasted this is live no second take I make foolish decisions use stale ingredients expecting award winning flavorful cakes, Lord help me please I know my life isn’t a mistake plus I really don’t fully grasp how to bake, signed your son the one always stepping on rakes.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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