Circumstance, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2015-06-29 02:27:16 UTC
There is circumstance of issue and manners stuck in my throat.
I can only imagine an empty world without neighbors and people on the streets with the invisible God never shows his ultimacy divine.
I feel it would make me less pressure.
But i still have to pay my grocery.
And the church only open as I commiting my bows to Jesus.
How I learn depend on how many people find me missing for granted.
Then you guess where would I be now.
And if you see me, consider me did not see you,
or a way of a murder cause by a threat of death.

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