Cursed be the ground for our sake.
In the last few months I have felt the damage I’ve caused to all in the past. I’ve felt the overall pain and struggle that others have endured. I’ve seen loved ones leave us and friends disappear. I remember how simple things once were, yet no longer are. I constantly remind myself of a quote I’ve known. “You can’t understand the pain you inflict on others until you experience it yourself.” The lessons I have learned even as backwards as they might be are lessons of humility.
So here I am. Slowly falling apart. With military trials pending once again for me and the ones close to me. This time it’s different. They want me to go back and do it all over again. They want me to go and do my job.
Cursed be the ground for our sake. For thorns and thistle will bring forth, for us. For out of the ground we were taken for the dust we are and unto the dust we shall return. Genesis 3:17-19
I sure do
Your heart hurts
Mine does too
So hears to us
Without the lust
Don’t make me steal
Your heart again
Because if I do
This will never end."
— Peter Duda
I bought you flowers for a day I never really celebrated anyway. It’s funny that you feel so far away from me now, yet now is when I get you flowers.
We never really picked petals enough anyway.
I ain’t a saint but I am worth it
If it’s one thing, I am worth it
Niggas still hating but it ain’t workin’"
— Drake @
— Hate sleeping alone - Drake