life wants to squeeze me

 into the smallest possible space


my soul screams and shots

and sounds that get unheard


I am in my room, singing for the first time ever


and i hear a knock on the door


reminder my space is shared, even in living.


here its not my own


oh Lord how I long for my own home

where no one can kick me out

and i can have friends over and it doesn't uproot my life


the guy was lying because he wanted money

someone to pay the rent so he doesnt have to


we have nowhere to go

but God guides

and wisdom is great


idk why he has to hide

i'll send a text I guess



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