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I wanna rip the flesh off my bones and
bleed until I no longer breathe.

I hate the way I live.
Afraid to be anything more than what
I'm told to be.
They say I cannot hurt,
They say I can't complain,
They say my pain is a fantasy
They have not seen my brain.

They say I am okay,
They say that I am cured,
They say my problems are in my head
Of that they can be sure.

They say that I am strong,
They say that I am weak,
They cannot decide for sake of my mind
And that is why I bleed.
I miss my place,
I miss my people.
Want to hug them so tight,
Before the tears reach my cheeks.
Want to sleep on her lap,
Cry on his shoulder,
And  annoy him,
My mom,my dad, and my bro,
I'm missing you and love you so.
When a homebody lives in a hostel and misses her people
nothing quite so terrible
as a man
who thinks himself free
when he is not

no terror quite so piercing
as a whisper
when he thinks himself
alone

so different, these two
moments
yet they both are filled with lies
there is a fatal weakness
in our mortal failing
eyes

we do not see the truth
of things - not one thing
breaks the dark
But when Jesus Christ the righteous comes
His Spirit lights our heart
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