two.
"you've got rumors rolling off your tongue
your superstitions sweetly sung
the effort is what made it effortless
and I'm carving questions
on the walls of your aching lungs."
I do not understand grace.
I decide it's not for me, sometimes,
i focus on simply being better for you,
i focus on my failures,
instead of you.
mmmmm.
well. recently-
i need Jesus.
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