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May 18
I feel like I’m holding my organs
and all of them want to collapse
I need to get back to my Father
Who keeps me completely intact

I feel like I’m losing my brain cells
and all of them stopped making sense
I need to get back to my Father
Who paid all of my recompense

I feel like I need to get closer
and all that I am is without
I need to get back to my Father
Who cancels out all of my doubt
“У тебя же, когда творишь милостыню, пусть левая рука твоя не знает, что делает правая, чтобы милостыня твоя была втайне; и Отец твой, видящий тайное, воздаст тебе явно.”
‭‭От Матфея‬ ‭6:3-4‬ ‭
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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