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What draws me in, to this? Is it love, or something twisted— Said a mother to her daughter It's so hard to tell the difference                             But please;                                      I need to know the difference " I didn't understand then And I won't pretend to know much more now; All I can do is try to not be angry                                                        And at that, I'll fail.                                                                    But I'll learn " I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults ... I think things that are perfect are easy to love;          We meet God in our love for that which is not
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Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
"We meet God in our love for that which is not"
What draws me in, to this? Is it love, or something twisted— Said a mother to her daughter It's so hard to tell the difference                             But please;                                      I need to know the difference " I didn't understand then And I won't pretend to know much more now; All I can do is try to not be angry                                                        And at that, I'll fail.                                                                    But I'll learn " I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults ... I think things that are perfect are easy to love;          We meet God in our love for that which is not
from my poetry book, 📖 Biting Thorns Off Roses
#love#depression#trauma#god#spirituality#pain#healing#mentalhealth#heartbreak#selflove
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27/F/Los Angeles, CA
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
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