"Wish I can be like the stars in the sky? Feel the essence of the Creator's hand, as he gives life at the end of everyday. Wish I can understand the meaning of choices? Go back to correct a few, and wonder if it was really intended. Thankful to God, but sorrowful in my daily walks. Puffing on my last bit of a "black" to hide my tears, blot out the constant accusations plotted against me. Wish I could fizzle away like the smoke from my lungs, to not exist, cause it's always so hard, with seen and unseen forces, just yanking and pulling, to see if you'll break or hold your resolve. Wish I could just go back to my first real sleep, with no sounds or any sense to want to wake up, cause it's really hard to want to fight, but on some days throw in the towel. Just to shut out all the screaming. Lord, I just wish."
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