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 Jul 2016 Arcassin B
Reine Monroe
I understand its too good to be true ,
So you misinterpret the **** that you ain't use to...
I get it, I get it , my dear friend I see you,
You gotta get through the biggest grenades,
You gotta get stabbed by the sharpest knives,
You gotta look at them in their eyes even though all you know they will ever do is lie,
But that don't mean you need them,
But that don't mean you need to decieve them..
As much as they decieve you,
Because that my dear friend,
They'll be most likely to use and abuse you,
You'll tell them your scars & they'll re write them on you..
Physical scars disappearing,  mental scars reappearing,
Love & new friendships in life aren't that appealing,
My dear friend,
My dear friend,
Don't be like them,
I'm forever here,
Even though I may not be near,
*Love is always near
*from a bestfriend to bestfriend*
a
foot
steps
forward
toward the
goal of common
decency and rights
for all mankind • steps
orderly and without guile
the narrow way is difficult
it seems like many miles before
another human soul is even seen
the encounter strengthens the weary
the way is narrow • but it is God's way
the path doesn't wind or wend • it is very
straight • but because of this there's hardly
distraction from the importance of the goal


FREEDOM



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/5/2016
"because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."
Matthew 7:14

The shape indicates the road starts out very very narrow but with time and patience gets broader and broader. Just as conversely the broad Road is wide and welcoming it first but it becomes narrower and narrower and narrower. I've tried both ways and I found that to be true!

Freedom and life are of the

LORD
I can't forget you
All I can do is miss you
I love you and I can't stop
My heart doesn't know how to
Faceless monsters in the dark
In every shadow inside my heart
The drum of blood and shaky knees
These nightmares live to devour me
In the moonlight, I lie awake
Waiting for the dawn to break
But no sunlight ever nears
Blocked by forcefields of my fears
In a prison of my mind
The dark became my friend in time
I walk with her and she with me
We eat the light so greedily
Always hungry, never full
I cannot resist the shadows' pull
In my lungs and in my bones
The inky ghost made herself a home
This is how to friend your fear
But am I the puppet, or puppeteer?
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