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Strawberries

Himno 192

1-Que mi vida͜ entera esté,
Consagrada͜ a Ti, Señor;
Que mis días puedan ser,
Para Tu gloria y͜ honor.
 
En la cruz moriste Tú por mí,
Y Tu sangre derramaste͜ allí.
Mi vida͜ y amor te͜ ofrezco, mi Señor,
Quiero consagrarme͜ a Ti.

2-Ten mis manos y mis pies
Para cosechar la mies;
Ten mis labios para͜ hablar
Por doquiera Tu verdad.

3-Ten mi plata͜ y oro hoy,
Ni͜ una pizca retendré.
Mi͜ intelecto, úsalo,
Oh Señor, para Tu bien.

4-Toma͜ aun mi corazón,
Y͜ hazlo Tuyo, mi Señor;
Mi afecto͜ y voluntad
A Tus pies quiero postrar.

5-Toma mi completo ser
Y͜ uno contigo seré.
Tómame para que͜ así
Sea sólo para Ti.


🌹🎻🎶🌺🌸🌱🌷☘️🌹🎻🎶

Que mi vida entera esté consagrada a Ti Señor-Himno 192 🌹🎻🎶 Iglesia en Cali, Colombia🌹

lyrics:

today i had an anxiety attack in front of somebody
it began in my stomach then it went to my throat
then i sat on the floor and i thought “oh no”
my legs were shaking really hard
i couldn’t swallow my spit
its times like these 
when i just feel
how much im completely out of it

today i had an anxiety attack and got comforted
i felt like screaming and crying but i didn’t
thank god
instead i just apologised a million times
if you’re bodys used to icy cold
then you never freeze, or so im told
and i am used to never feeling
so i just dont

even as im shaking
body quaking 
bones that creek 
when i move

eyes glazing
lips flaking
numb feet
when i should

get up and go
i dont know how to
my body doesnt work
like a body should work

so i think ill be sick
or i think: this is it
the death of blood girl and my messed up head
the walls cave in 
and the building stars crashing
apocalypse is nearing and i can’t do anything

but all that happens is i shake for a bit
an earthquake in my chest and it feels like shit
i’ve learned how to breathe thru all of it though
after some years you just start to know

it surely feels like an attack
like my body is just pulling a prank
like: there you go
now you know
how it feels before you die

Today I Had an Anxiety Attack

lyrics:


blood in water
looks like syrup in tears
all my problems get smarter
after all they’re still with me after after all these years
showering forever
washing all the dirt from my hair and my body and my mind and my thoughts cause i am
scared of the outcomes
so i never do a nything anymore

anymore


dropped in the water
and im such a lousy swimmer too
no one ever taught me
so i had to be my own teacher and know me you
drowning isn’t funny neither is abuse
so is understanding things that hurts to this day 
like drowning in waters or knowing that either way

whatever i do  my brain is a bomb
ticking and tocking like a threatening clock
knowing i’ve hurt once wont go away
it continues to hurt to this very day


syrup on pancakes
looks like blood on my thighs
spongebob bandaids and lots of asking why
boxcutter slitting and bad decisions  like temporary relaxation that doesn’t really do it anyways

so i go to other things to distract from feeling shit
like reaching out to people even though i barely do it
going from a womb to a tomb in a crazy short amount of time
is the stresfactor thats been tearing at me all my life

all the things i want to do
all the things i dont have time for 
all the people i could be
but i only have one life so

see ya sometime when im dead
ill be ghosty girl instead
feeling clean and being scar-free
being happy in the end

You Were Cool-The Mountain Goats

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