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May 2013
The papers keep piling up
And the higher they get
The less I care
The more I swear
The more I'd rather be anywhere
But here
And you used to call me "my dear"
When we were alone
Now I'm always alone
Even when you are here
And I don't want to hear
All things that I'm not
But she thinks that I am
I'm not worthy, I'm Man
And I'm so thirsty for God
But I keep drinking sand
I am starving for love
But I throw it away
When it asks me to stay
And I'd pray
But I'm scared that you won't hear me plea
Please God, listen to me
I don't know what to be
What to do with myself
Can I talk to you God?
Cause I'm not feeling well
My skin hurts
In the places I chose
On my wrists
And my nose
Which keeps filling with blood
My head feels like a flood
Cause it won't ever stop
Stop me now
Because I am the unworthy Man
And I'm so thirty for God
Yet I keep drinking sand
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
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