Something Concrete Is Something I Cant Cheat

feeling way proper gloating and bragging. flagging off those minor alarms, faking. Friends finding themselves in , by my tagging. notification speaking in tongues, ringing. fabric barely stay long. cotton sings a loosen up song. only my human being sees nothing wrong. but a significant proof we were king Kong. too heavy but scary. soo proud and merry. full of life, and tough. it breaks through halves. wilder than the dark forest. it gets more modest, collective when utter white language. and breath life to that then age. it's God but how? he created it,how can he be now? it beyond measures and above wonders. proactive and detective. like a creative writer, it's rigid and poetic. but it's only failed once , it's failed to stand up for myself. when her friend surrounder all herself. I needed only one shot, but big gun couldn't plot. that's why I call something Concrete, as something I can't cheat.