my ears are still ringing from the clash of a way-too-heavy ride.
my thumb is chafed from an old drumstick rubbing against my skin
I'm pretty sure I have a rash cause I keep wearing long pants when I practice
I'm drained. but because I've squeezed myself out. because it's not worth keeping in for myself.
to give everything I have to anyone else, Lord would I find favor in You.
"there is nothing good in me besides what You put inside"
it rings louder than the ringing in my ears.
I don't know why it's so embedded in my head.
but in the meantime, everything can go. I need to make some space.
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