Beautiful disarray.
How many more problems before I dismay?
Light switch on.
Light switch off.
Soup, no broth.
Nothing is amazing about this, at all.
Counterfeit feelings.
Fabricated dreams.
Baffling meanings.
Not loving, just in between.
Discovering underlying evidence.
Crime scene, suspects.
Word to the wise I will never just be an object.
Toys belong in toy stores.
As if cars belong at dealerships.
You wanna love wholeheartedly?
Step in the sand, go on get your feet wet.
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