finding proof

We are not thinking the same things. You should know that. I’m not here for that anymore.

I picked up the guitar, and my fingers remembered. To flatten and stab, to pull off and hammer on. I would ask them where they’ve been but I’m gaining confidence in just letting them go. They are going.

Attention seeking is true. And the world’s mostly shy. The places I will go now that I’m not tied to that rock and that…

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Texan love stories, Christianity, recovery, Bret Marston Hall

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