i would kill for some inspiration right now.
something to make me feel better.
this house is stifling, and not in a warm way.
but instead i just have cold feet and cold fingers and tired ears and a tired heart.
i want to come home. home with my Father, so i don't have to feel like this anymore.
no more hurt.
no more ignored.
no more overlooked.
no more silenced.
no more cold.
no more pain.
no more questioning.
just no more.
cause i'm really sick of it all.
but right now, that's all i have.
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