The shit we get up to

The shit we get up to
would blow your mind,
make you think me evil,
believe me unkind

But the shit we get up to
is what makes us us
It’s true meaning is love,
it’s real name is trust

The shit we get up to
might cause you stress
Yet…there’s no need to worry
I know the Author (and perfector)
of all this mess

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