GROW UP.
Admit what you are.
Words are just talk-speak.
Give me stature.
No coaxing, waiting, sympathizing, spoon feeding poopoo, poor you unbelieving in yourself for no love when love is offering herself to have and hold. Can't hold what you don't tame, tame yourself, unleash yourself.
GROW UP.
stretch wide your tents
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- heavy questions
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- a woman?
- psalm 143:6
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1 comment:
I like that you said poopoo. on a more serious note. well done.
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