"Will the goodness of my heart be my downfall? Cause no matter how dirty I feel, my heart won't rest till the thoughts God feeds into it, bring either love back or headed towards the barrel of hate? Does anyone understand or know the way I feel? If I'm not real I'm loved. But, I say fuck it and call out what's wrong. I've got an enemy? It seems like I can never feel the complete peace, I crave. Chasing and wanting it so badly, cause of the way God causes my heart to beat. Always feel like the ghost in the room, or the whisper in the wind, that gets ignored. With God asking am I gonna stay or keep pushing? Just praying that the goodness he feeds me, won't be my demise, cause if I could have a choice to be the opposite of it, then how can I look myself in the mirror?"
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