American Sin

Living for the present, Not a future, Where I don't exist, In the lives of my beloved... Don't want to be anywhere I'm not wanted. Spent too many nights under this roof crying over my faucet. Asking God why he didn't swing by every time I had lost It, As a prophet who was prompted... Continue Reading →

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