Everyone’s got a crutch, except me.
Most people, it’s easy to spot. You never see them without
some very specific blend of overpriced coffee in a disposable fashion accessory.
Or most evenings they are out looking to score, looking to screw or just
drowning it all away.
Others, it’s much more subtle. They need reinforcements that
they’re pretty, or right, or just orders from someone. The crutch is in their
heads, but it’s still real.
Everyone but me has got a crutch. It’s a good feeling to not
rely on something, every day I thank God for his blessing me.
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