grey

like fog

like storm clouds

like pencil smudges

like lint from my pocket

like dirty concrete floors

like high stone walls

like depression

like me
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How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....
Habakkuk 1:2-3