And the lightening.
And the roars.
The action.
The life.
The
Sight
Without
The mess
Of being in it.
He loved her storm,
And through him, she even
Then began to love the rain.
She loved the wind
And the lightening. And the roars. The action. The life. The Sight Without The mess Of being in it. He loved her storm, And through him, she even Then began to love the rain.
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I deserve
Money For anything I do I deserve Power Because of my talent I deserve Grades Because of my intelligence I deserve, I deserve, I deserve. No. Stop. I deserve not to deserve. I desire not to deserve. Because As I believe I deserve, As I believe I should only receive good, And others are simply to give to me, I become dissatisfied, Victimizing myself to the hands of others. With words such as "They should change" Instead of "I can do" I deserve nothing. I get something. This is a miracle. I am scared.
I am scarred. I am scared Because of scars. I am scared To start And then never finish. I am scared To try And then never win it. I am scarred From new And my failure therein. I am scarred From hurt And a distance from Him. But scars Show I tried, Which shows I was scared And pushed past the fear. Regardless. I am scared. I am scarred. I am scared And know I'll scar again. |
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March 2016
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