Mistaken Spirituality

I crave spirituality. Causing me this dichotamy. Give me the feeling of stealing my autonomy. Can you help make me feel alive? I know how to bring me to life. Like when I'm crying and dying at night's when I thrive. I would like to feel warm inside. Feeling mooshy and gooshy like When I feel unsafe, feel your hate, leave me to die. Sometimes I feel like I'm burning. Why do I love to be hurting? Your attention is life. Pain and strife always flirting.

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