there are so many things that can't be chance. so many things plotted out, and designed with care.
what's the point of finger nails, specifically where they're located?
how are lips so luscious and pink?
rows of teeth needed for everything.
the great mystery of how a man loves a woman, and everything that ensues.
I woke up from a really terrible dream, and I immediately thought of all the things right in my life.
So much awful that goes on to even spare a moment to consider them.
The chorus comes in, ringing with anthems of joy, passing sorrows, and love love love.
God is really perfectly good to me. Brings tears to my eyes.
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