Psychological Band-aid metaphor
So I'm asited about camp, but also a bit underwhelmed because frankly, it's not TiP.
My phone is so. freaking. sweet.
Tera sounds like her rafting safariventure is going badly. I feel bad for her,
Hope you get some sleep and twinkies soon!
I am blind
but see out of a thousand open gasping mouths
I can only lie
but my syllables ring out like unstoppable truths
My legs are bare
Like Shiva, who made me learned
And my feet are cut and unprotected
Like Yeshua, who made me pious
But my heart bleeds with love
Like the first man, who made me mortal
My phone is so. freaking. sweet.
Tera sounds like her rafting safariventure is going badly. I feel bad for her,
Hope you get some sleep and twinkies soon!
I am blind
but see out of a thousand open gasping mouths
I can only lie
but my syllables ring out like unstoppable truths
My legs are bare
Like Shiva, who made me learned
And my feet are cut and unprotected
Like Yeshua, who made me pious
But my heart bleeds with love
Like the first man, who made me mortal

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