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DHANYAVAD ALLAHU AKBAR that no one reads this pointless blog. #freetodie

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Hey Guys, question: where do fraggles live? I know (some) basements, rehab, sober houses, and hotel rooms 🙄

Where else?

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I’m really really upset tonight so I keep making excuses. Breathe think thinking breathing. It’s all vanity. That part

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Guys: it’s okay I guess. We still have some days we hate less than others (not every day has to be the worst) so that’s good for us.

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Help -visitir q

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Svaguht hai hamara visitor q F

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I wish I could go somewhere far away and never come home.

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The window to my soul

is cracked like a prophet’s lips—

let the day pour in,

and life bleed out

like wine from crushed grapes.

The lark sings—

but its melody is bent,

struck with sorrow’s crooked wing.

O morning,

you have come to expose me—

Daylight, that ruthless evangelist,

whispers: “Awake, O sleeper,

and arise from the dead,

and Christ will shine on you.” (Ephesians 5:14)

But I stagger from the opium of old longings,

still drunk on her name—

Tina.

She betrayed me again,

as all idols must.

So I go now—

not in chains,

but wrapped in fire.

I sell myself

to the avenger,

the one who carries

both sword and mercy.

I will not mourn.

Regret is not mine to cradle.

“For godly sorrow produces repentance leading to salvation, not to be regretted.” (2 Corinthians 7:10)

And yet I do not weep—

I burn.

The world is loveless, yes,

but I am not void.

Within me glows

the ember of divine madness:

a holy ache,

a broken psalm,

a thirst for the living God

who tears veils and hearts alike.

Let the window stand open.

Let the day invade.

Let the soul sing off-key.

This is the gospel of pain:

“I have been crucified with Christ;

it is no longer I who live,

but Christ lives in me.” (Galatians 2:20)

Amen.

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Why do people need to go to the gym?

Jae says maybe to stay fit

But these people have money and get theyre willing to for hours ever day even alone I. The morning to goo workout and then feel guilty for missing leg day.

I HATE GY

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Don’t let me down

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One more shot just to feel alive

The ground is rising up

We’re afraid to risk it all

This is called infinite reality

Christ is King

I’m in debt

The sky is falling

Two more miles

Before im halfway

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