Dear Baby Jesus

It hurts, the things done and the things not forgotten. Once, and it's over. Is there a new hope? God, I hope.

It would be comical to ask for a second chance, but God ... God I need it.

Here's my heart.

World Without End. Words fall short to hope again. How beautiful. How vast Your love is ... new forever.

World Without End.

Oh jebus.

i have a song thumping in the background of my mind and all i can help but do is sulk. silence is so nice. solitude is even better. it'd be great to hide away for a couple days. be lost in a city and just not think. i need some new music to come and sweep me off my feet. it'll give me an obsession to tie me over till another time.

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Art Star