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I’m trying to do right but I’m having a hard time
Breathing…
I need air…
These vices are smoothing me…cutting off my
supply…
too many to count…
troubles without numbers surround me…
Have mercy on me…
Forgive me Father for I have sinned…
if left alone to my own devices, I might sin again…
I might drink again…
we might freak again…
I might sink again…
Father please save me from this mess I’m in…
Ubiquitous sin I’m in…
Perilous downfall of emotionless meaninglessness…
“use your head and stop fighting the world with what’s
between your legs…”
is what she said…
She is the me that I want to be…
Staring in the mirror, I recognize her face but her eyes I
cannot see…
Lifeless…numb to the perils that surround her daily…
Her soul is choking, panting heavily
fighting to catch her breath…
Inside her heart cringes…
She’s screaming for help…
Begging to be free…
Free…to be..the me…that I…want…to…be…