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I see everything through the eyes of my brokenness The torment kills every shred of confidence in me, to raise my head and face this reality. I sincerely hope that what I had always dreaded had not caught up with me. How do I look pass this failure, and behold the light pointing out the path to redemption? What would it take to make a fresh start? Oh no.... Do I even need to make a fresh start? Oh no... I need to refreshed my start
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
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I see everything through the eyes of my brokenness The torment kills every shred of confidence in me, to raise my head and face this reality. I sincerely hope that what I had always dreaded had not caught up with me. How do I look pass this failure, and behold the light pointing out the path to redemption? What would it take to make a fresh start? Oh no.... Do I even need to make a fresh start? Oh no... I need to refreshed my start
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
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