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Jul 2015
It seems as though I'm predisposed towards the frivolity and uncaring nature of my younger self,
And even now that I've "Grown out of it"
My life seems to reflect every decision I've ever made and they were rarely good ones
So here goes to hoping for the future, even though I'm not sure how
Because if I don't I'm scared what may come next
Because life has handed me chance after chance and I'm afraid I've run out of do overs
So pray for my strength
Because I'm desperately clinging to a life given me by the grace of something.
Because there's no other way to explain away the things I've done,
The people I've hurt,
And the idea that anyone could love me anyway boggles my mind
And if you look deep enough I hope you'll find that I don't ever want to be that way
But after years and years of pain it takes time to change,
So please have faith,
For I don't always say the right things,
I don't always remember names,
I don't always think of the important things,
I try,
Lord knows,
I try
I fail,
Everyone knows I have failed,
But even if my efforts aren't enough for everyone it doesn't matter
Even if I'm thrown back out to sea to drown in me
I'll float
Because ******* it I'm better than this,
Because I chose to be
******* it I was alone before I can do it again,
So if you don't wish to see me struggle, if you don't wish to see my pain
Walk away
I can do without the saving grace
For I am a new man, because I ******* say so.
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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