psuedo-poetry - pay it no mind

Listening to: switchfoot
Feeling: somber
Inside these four walls I'm fine. I know my disease, I know the cure. I even feel close enough to touch it. But as soon as I leave, it's gone. It slips away like a wave on the sand. I don't even recognize it until I'm done. Inside these four walls, I'm safe. I know where I stand - Broken and needy. Inside these four walls, I only know one thing. I need Him more than anything - He is my everything. As long as I stay in these four walls, I'm fine.
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