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This Thing

I don’t think I’ve told anyone about this thing in my life

Don’t know exactly what it is just yet

But, I just think it’s too much for them to handle

Too much to sink in to their overbearing brains

But the connection from this thing that I continue to hold on to

Got it totally linked in

Making me feel totally insane

As if I’ve lost all control of the situations that this thing got me in

 

I didn’t at first want anyone to know about it

Too afraid of what their responses was gonna be

So I left it for myself and for the rest of the world to see

So I told the world about it

And only they know the situation

Only they know what goes on what everyone else couldn’t see about me

 

This thing left me a choice

Telling me I’ve got a choice I need to make

Decisions of two I need to choose from

But the overwhelming power of this thing

Is making it hard to do

But something else within me with even a greater force

Is making its way to the front to battle this thing

Helping me to come to grips of greater truth

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jonathan-johnson
American
Published
Jun 3, 2010
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Written April 28, 2010

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