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Mar 2010
God help me to understand
I don’t know where I stand
Feeling like this is my end.

I was raised to believe
Praying every single eve
For me this world to leave.

I never gave up on you
Praying, asking what to do
But I was left with no clue.

I’m bored talking to myself
As if the mighty turned deaf
Or maybe you’re just a weak elf.

So forgive me if I don’t believe
For me you’re always on a leave
When I needed you from my pain to relieve.
Copyright 2010. jimix
jimi imad
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