Holy Hand Grenades Read Count : 13
Category : Diary/Journal
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The problems the residuals.
The high grounds, always the best positions.
Minds racing, fully stocked, 8 pistons.
Holy hand grenades are falling.
Better start crawling.
Looking for coverage.
So I can finally start unloading.
My mind is now open.
A little more sharpened
Pulling myself out that deep end finally gave me some strength in the end.
I feel some courage now.
Yet if I give up helping my family now
How am I even supposed to keep my word if I can't keep my word that I'd be here until they say the word?
Back and forth struggle I go through, yeah its damn near like Hell but somehow I always seem to pull through.
So much shit I've done, I don't deserve anything, and I'm able to say fuck that phrasing.