F*ck all these racing thoughts, they don't pace or jog,
Getting wasted, the only way to make 'em stop,
I try my best to not obsess, embrace my flaws,
And corny Christians, f*ck off with your faith in god
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Brave outcry set aside for honest contemplation. A very strong write. Thanks for sharing Andy and welcome to Poemhunter.