Hope Springs Eternal
3:10 am fighting sleep, escaping dreams. Welcoming this infant Friday morning I'm still somewhere I don't want to be. Swimming in thoughts and regrets, damning myself to regress. Your christ died for sins but Ill die to again taste your love. Alone in a worldfull of broken skulls, the morning sunshine warms my skin but my heart and soul is cold.
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