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Dec 2018
This headache is my own mistake
It's the siren let off in warning of this mindframe
Because my game is to play with my brain
I live in the pain of what my mind has made
It's a migraine—the absence of light
It represents a test as I walk through the night
I've been tested with no rest to walk by sight
Can you hear this distress call?
Something's not right
I wrote this, I don't know, a week ago I think, and I've been critiquing it every now and then. When I was at church, listening to the lesson about God being with us in the wilderness, the speaker said, "God's address is at the end of the rope," meaning that you only experience complete peace, joy, and hope once you let go of these strongholds and admit to God that you have nothing and you sincerely need Him. I'm reaching that point now, and I'm learning even more about how much I need my Lord to have control of my life. At some point, when we're in this darkness and we're going through these struggles, you realize something's not right in your life. As we walk through our faith, God will put us through trials to realize that we need to go even deeper in our faith, that we need to trust Him even more if we're going to remain faithful. It's like math class—each year, you add on to what you already know; each season of life, you deepen your faith even further. And at this time, you realize you have nothing besides God—no stronghold will sustain you, only God.
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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