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put god in the doorstep, he wouldn't eat what's in my fridge

2026-08-25

all that i don't give you i don't give you because it asks you to reveal yourself i like you better when you're not here. all the things i share with you, i don't even question if they reach you i need a shelter. i, need, something, bigger than myself. but you, if you saw, could you comprehend something so raw? i doubt you could. your eyes i escape from its gaze, its eternal beam would cut straight through the maze, pull me out of the rug i hide under, its motifs symbolize sadness and sonder. could your eyes realize, eye sees something unbeaten in i? and if you look at me i'll be forged, turned into a weapon, wielded in your will, and for what? all for a new tomorrow? the sand dunes are the collective power of yesterday, sun's rays gets here every day yes, but it has been so since yesterday you want preparedness for a tomorrow, is it because past is the source of sorrow? how hurt you gotta be to wanna transform? god, you need a god too.
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