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Nov 2013
I go into this mode of someone I don't even know.
Sin has a grip on me and it can't let go.
I've given a foothold and it's my own fault.
I can't even think and halt.
My mind gets clouded.
Sinful thoughts play in my head.
And in the end, it's always regretful.
At this rate I can never be His tool.
Change my heart.
Blot out my transgressions and give me a new start.
Forgive me and do not be far from me.
That's my only plea.
Just save me
from me.
Anna Bella Flores
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Anna Bella Flores  In my head
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