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All Alone

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shep4life

Published: Feb 28, 2007

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Helpless 2/26/07

Save me from my ideas of safety.
I have questions that need answers.
Why do I hold back from confrontation?
My friends lack the knowledge of my
weakness. I can rely on a few...
but these realities weigh on my stomach.
Who can I count on without the severest
judgement?
I have made mistakes. I hate my stumbled past.
You think every puzzle has been placed
perfectly...but imperfection rears it's ugly head.
Let's include God in this picture.
All my mistakes smack me in the face like a rock avalanche.
I can be good, I want to be good.
It's a slippery slope we slide...
What is good, what is bad?
Please decide for my outlandish ideas.
When we come to the outcome, please don't
hate me for being selfish and human.
We can work out the details later.
I will leave my comfort zone for the truth.
That's all that matters, always.
Give me a situation where the truth is
held in the balance, and I will tell you
the tale of pure lies.
You and I were one once.
Years down the road we may look back
and laugh at our innocence.
One day...

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4maya

Jun 10, 2014

I like it. Emotional it comes off to me. Kinda like a little frustration and bargaining and some half form of acceptance. I like that.
Btw. *innocence

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