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Random First Lines:To write means to not subject to others. Yet when writing this, why did I feel constraint. No form, no intent. But questions that have come up... » Read
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...