On this journey dear lord please guide me on my way,to wherever my soul choose to pray,still living in anyway " you see it possible" all rippled and dismantled,all brightness gone,feeling alone using thoughts to lit a candle,awaiting that burning flame because deep inside it rains "pain" suffering silently stained stuck in ink my life has remained contained,believing that tomorrow might not be the same watching the clouds take shape,undecided and numb,you gave me myself to have fun,not complaining about the sun creating different lifetimes living in memories from a child,still thinking about my scars and bruises the sticks and stones like substance "abuses" ones mental state, growing as sad voices communicate in a sad way,accepting the dark as an only way out, a mind filled with doubts searching for my where abouts in my head,trying to stay dead escaping from myself still praying to be more than this knowing that a fairy couldn't grant me the gift of life...
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