Excessive Flour

End of the day piles

Mountains of repetitions

And I’ve been looking in the wrong places

Change is strange but I need to heal

Laying in bed wiping eggshells from each heel

I’m tough on everyone except myself

Talk a big game the master of burying self-control’s keys.

Work on me God

Please work in me God

I’ve been sowing garbage smelling and seeing horrible harvests

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

Self-control.

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