Try Saying This As Fast As You Can Without Messing Up And Understanding Its Meaning On The First Try.

This is a poem I created and is an indepth thought of a way to explain that each life is important,even one’s own.

The obvious about our existance in the spirit.

Poem talking about God and where he is.

This is my nightime babbling. I’m tired and pondering whether or not this computer is real >.< i’m also questioning if I spelled whether right. Not sure if there’s an H in it. whether. wether. whether.
Random stuff about reality.

A short poem.

Its what it is.

How can I prove you that I exist.

Why don’t I cry when my heart bleeds so much?

Blaming the world.