I asked God to protect me from my enemies and I started losing friends…
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Five Easy Ways to Show You Don’t Give a F*ck
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A golden man struck her in the heart with a spear
A golden man struck her in the heart with a spear:
It’s as if that pivotal movement caused her to catch herself
She’d been spinning around for a while
She’d been grabbing, flailing, hoping, and wishing
To grasp on to something before now
It is on heaven and earth, the skies and the seas
That’s reveal to us the loneliness of cold empty spaces
But it wasn’t those dark and bare places she dreaded
She feared the death of her love for greatness
It was clear that her heart had bled enough
Though the blood was not red black or blue
The liquid was white and as sweet as juice
The golden man ordered, Drink up you’re love and restore it to you
