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Jan 2014
sometimes being free doesn't mean leaving
Maybe freedom is right in front of you
And right in the place you stand
It is possible that you can find freedom
right there,
What if you were your own oppressor
I mean, i know that out there, in the world
there are people just waiting
To hurt to, and to laugh when you get hurt
I know that out there, there are other people,
that instead of praying for blessings,
they pray for curses against you
But you decide what to do in the end
Will you continue that pattern of curses
or will you turn the book around
There are times when its better to turn the cheek
But that doesn't mean that you have to stop
The fact is that Jesus died so that you could be free
And he did say to turn the other cheek
But he never said to stop fighting
Not physically, of course
But spiritually
Sometimes the biggest fight is alone
In A room
Kneeling down,
Because whether or not you believe it
Punching the one who called you fat or ugly,
Is actually loosing the battle
You might feel awesome at the moment
but tell me, how much will it last
Until the feeling wears of and you find,
yourself crying again,
But when you kneel down and tell God,
The fight continues
But not failure! Victory rises
and there is nothing like it,
Literally, you fell your heart beating so fasts
not even an ocean can cover the spark of fire that's starting
Its a feeling that no matter what, Is simply unique,
I used to think that crying and feeling pity for my self was the way to forget, but that just made me remember more the next day, and cutting would make the pain go down, but really it made it worse, committing suicide was so at hand, but that would automatically be a fall, and a big LOSE!
Maybe all we need to try once more,
With repentance
With will,
With God!!!
Let's the the revolution turn into Victory
I DARE YOU!!!
I might even double dare you too!!!
The voice
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The voice  Wisconsin
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