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I'm avoiding Instagram right now. They all will be bragging how, "GEE I GOT ALL I WANTED, WOW!" Opuss will be nice to me, Cause all I want is poetry Underneath my Christmas tree.
We are living in a cursed world. But that's normal. And that's what we need to fear. God is gracious to his people. But he has to be satisfied. Escapes the judgment. Arguing off of a condemned, polluted, perverted, world. He's saying …
All these people pretend to be bad*sses at my school. But please, you go to a private Christian school. How bad could you possibly be.
When I plug my headphones in, I'm in a new place. I close my eyes and I am anywhere I want. Anywhere but here. Sometimes I'm 5 years old again, listening to the yellow submarines. Sometimes I'm hugging people that I miss. Swaying to Gym…