Stressed

Lord, please help me You haunt me when I’m not seeking I’m walking but I’m not breathing You would be talking but I’m just sleeping and I can’t sleep, I’m…
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Autumn Dry

I know I’m not oak tree-trunk solid, rather its Autumn-dry brown leaf– cracked and crumbling at slight breeze of letdown and uncertainty. You’re breaking me at the beginning and I’m…
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