Are sinners always full of sins while good-doers always do good? Or are we blinded by these walls that may be wrong or misunderstood? Do we lose ourselves in pity as we party away the toxins in this city? Reeking of our mistakes from the night before, souls completely lost- past praying for. While those suffer in the rain deferring their minds of any of the pain-wasteful hearts linger and those in need are lost in the words of every singer. Words are just words until they are put into motion. But acts aren't made acts in fear of stirring up any sort of commotion. We appeal to those around us in order to fit in. Consequently running from who we truly are- deep down from within. Each endeavored moment is a history lesson in the making. Whether it is life changing or unfortunently heart breaking. Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly
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