Jen Juice

filtering the ambition of trials that dictate my future through futile judgment and fears…
fearless and submissive to the transition of multiplying to stagnation
sin begins with feeling yourself distrust the facts….dancing in the stories of fears
purging the pain as if I was in the depths of your harness dangling from my chin
not being able to talk through my mind and my surrounds tortures me like the night from the dawn

escaping sensibilities to find which way I fucking go….

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