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I am Breathing
I am Playing
I am Feeling
I am Loving
I am Caring
I am Funny
I am Talented
I am Creative
I am F̷̦̦̣̉è̷̫̣͆͜á̷̫̈͠r̶͉̞̦̿f̵͔̫̻̄̓͘ṷ̷̰͍̕l̷̮̔͠
I am Smart
I am Adventurous
I am Curios
I Ç̷̨̟̋̈̾a̴̭̎̔̌n̴̡̦̕'̸͉͕̦̮̅̐̄ť̴̼̝͎́̀͌ ̷̙͙͛͐͝B̷̢̼̊͛̂r̸̫̼̐e̷̝͈̞̊̈͊̍a̸̛̞̻͈̟̍t̶͍̙̗̮̏h̴̡̯͔̙͌
I want Love
Ń̴̛̛̳͓͙̖ó̷͓̜͚ ̵̦̀͋ŏ̸͎̗͍n̴̥͚͔͆̂̊͜ĕ̶̛̙̈́̓ ̶̢͙̙͚̈́͛̏L̷͚̫̉͑̾o̶̲͐̽v̴̳̖͐͋é̶͎͚͔̘̏͠s̵̗͉̥̅̇̀ ̷̛͖͌̔M̷͔̮͒̇͒ę̵̪̜͎̉̆
I want Family
Ṫ̴̹h̵̻͆ę̶͌y̷̰̔ ̵̘̈́a̴͎͛l̸̻̂l̵̗͗ ̴̼̔H̸̹̓ḁ̶̊t̴̥̀e̸̼͝ ̵̣́M̷͛͜e̴͍̓
I am Ḍ̸̈a̶̮͝n̴̼̈́g̴͕̈́ȩ̸́r̷̞̀o̸̦̽ǘ̴̠s̴̫̾ ̴͈̊
I am Ü̵͖ñ̵̤l̶̳͝ò̴̗͆v̸̟́́e̶͖͂̓d̶̡̀̎
I am H̸̨̎i̶̢͗ḏ̷͐e̶͈͑ó̶̭ǘ̸̩s̷̜̽
I love Someone W̸̟̊h̶͕͠ő̸̰ ̵̹́I̶̤̚ ̵̼̾S̶̯̈́h̷̊ͅȍ̴̗ų̷̓l̵̮̋d̸̺̈n̶̯̂t̶̠͂
I save People B̸̭̥͖̍̽y̵͙̪̟͂ ̴̢͖̈́̉̎p̷̙̪̍̏͠u̷͙͝s̶͚̺̿̓ḧ̴̝͍́̎ì̶̛͔̰̣n̸͎̬̥̉́g̶̻͉͇͊ ̸̢͖͂t̶̯͕̓̇h̵̼͈̓̔̃e̶̼̿̔m̵̻͇̰̉̑͝ ̵̳̰̦̔̉͝a̸̡̿̆ŵ̷͎a̸̺͂y̵̧̨͇̽͗́
I help my friends B̸͚͍̗̈́y̸̩͘ͅ ̵̘̭͑͂͐ḧ̴̠́͝ǘ̸̫̇ŕ̵̗̎̕t̵̝̰̾̕i̷̩͈̿͘͠n̴̤̒͆͝g̷͙̻̐̐͜ ̵̼̼̲͂͆m̶̡̮̅͛͊y̷̤͍̻̒s̴̢̄ȇ̸̖͇̮̊l̷̐ͅf̸̮́ͅ
I seek Happiness B̷͉̫̤̀̽̿u̷̠͑́t̶̨̝̐̀͠ͅ ̷͚̮̲̇͆̽f̷̱͇̜̌͛͑i̸̺̎͝n̵̥̗͚̄d̸̟͂ ̴̡̮͑̽͜o̶̮̓̐̍ņ̷̯̊̃ḷ̷͓̥̃͛y̸͉͖̞̅ ̸̀̈́ͅS̴̛͚͓͈͂ą̴̂d̶̤̆̑n̸͓͆ė̶͈̰s̵̪̣̥͛ŝ̷̞̩̈́
Ȉ̶̺͔ ̶̟̼̯̽̈́̒ä̸͓̰͚̕m̴͉͚͚̒̈́ ̴̨̦͗N̵̮͛o̵̳̝̹̕t̸̰̃h̵̫̟̪̉̊i̸̞̅n̴̠̮͐̋̏g̵̣̥̾̕ I̷͑̊͜ ̴̭̘̎̾a̶͚̦͚̿̈́m̸̧̖̆̌͠ ̴͙͙͊͝W̸̻̑͗̀ẹ̶͎͌a̶̰̓̀̾k̷̫̖̊̓ͅ
I̵͍̞͍̫̱̩̗̟̗̠͒̽̎̑̏͒̽̈́̓̋̚͜ͅ ̷̫̥̺̣͍̹̭̤̥̩̬̘̦̳͚̟̍̋͋̌̈́͘͝a̵̱̻͓̠͈̤͍͚̼̞͚͔̿̓͐̈́̿͜͜m̴͙̃̓̌͊̈́̄̈́̀̐̅̓̌̊̕̚͠͝­̨̜͚͉̥͔̗̞̹̗͇͕̘ͅ ̸̧̢̯̤̥̩͍̭̭̫̰͓̣͇̌̽̓͆̃͌̈́̃̿̚ͅM̴̩̹̦͓͇͔̳̖̭̣̪̄͂̿̀̿͗̽͐͗͗i̷̾͂̎́̋͑̽̀͒̑̈́͘͝͠­̡̭̗͇͖̲̜͎̺̼͇̳͈͌̊s̵̡̢̧̰͓̯̥̬͔̺̣͇̬̝̋̈́̏̓̒͋͂͛́̿͒̅̔͠͠ȩ̶̮̲̭̦̰͙̩̩̬͎͙̝̳̀̈r­̸̼̻̫̋a̵̧̟̥̗͕̜̘̱͉̤͚͕̐̓͂̄̈́̿b̷̛͉͔͇͔̙͙̫́̊̇͒͒̄͐̊̌͋̉͒̌̄͘l̷̈̆̅͗̐́̊́̽̀̈́͘͝­̫̭̦̲̪̱̈́ę̷͓̜̙̭̮͚͔̺̩̠͉̿͒́̏̉̈͊̔͐̕͜͝ͅͅ ̵̪̠̘͉̹̣͕̝͔̗̜̟̮̼̭̂̏͜I̴̲̲̜̗̠̮͖̺͋̀͑̍̅̊̌̾̉̾͑̍̊̃͝͝ ̷̢̢̥͔͚͍̹̹̟̿̓̀͘͜ͅā̴̈́͋̈́̃͗̚̚͜ṃ̶̢̢̻̝̬̹̙̬̫̎́͂́̐̀̀̌̓̋̅̎͊̚̚͜ ̸̱̪̞̟͇̮͈̠͚͇̭̓̌̎̀̎̍͜͝ͅP̷̛̗̽͊̎̍͋̀͂̀̕ă̷̰̭͈̭̎͌́̒͒͑͌͊̀̐̋̓͘͠ẗ̶̯̗̯́͒̎̂͠­̧̨̣̠͕̼̭̭͇̮̹͜h̸͖͇̙̮̙̃̏̈̒͒́̊̾̀͑̾́̑̆̈́e̶̤͙̦̗̥͔̋̋͑̃̕͝t̴̮̣̱̲̟̅̄͛̋͛̾̇̚̚͝­̭̝̜̞͇̘͔i̶͈̻͇̬͖̩̓̋̀͑͝c̶̲͔̥̯̖̝̹͈̙̼̓͜͝ͅ ̷͕͕͕̣̦̺̙̲̳͖̟̮̩͍͔̪͖̈́̏͂͗͗̒̐͒̋̾̽̿̓Ì̵̢̱͎̮̯̼͉̦̖̭͈͎̰̯͆͛́̓̓͊̏̋̎̑͑͛͝ ̷̡͕̘͈̣͍̗͖̺̖͖͌̓̀̔̽̄̓̀̈́̍̚̕͜͠a̶̯̣̬̖̾̌̃m̸̡̥̌̐̍̒́̀̔̾͌͘͝ ̵̢̧̜̤͚̻͉̹̜̾͂͌̾̑L̴̛̝͈̪̱̦͖͕̝͔͎̞̠̈͋͊̐̀̒̾̀̈̈̕͘͜o̸̡̲̠͎̍͌̈́̽̒̌̿͌͌͂̽̾͗̆͝͝­͈n̶̨̠͍͓̞̪̲̫͖͉͉̯͍͖̂̆̇̄̌̈́̐͂͘͜͜ȩ̶̡̻͖̟̬͕̬͓̣̑̃̂̌͌ͅͅḽ̵̨̫̟͚̱̮͈̝̼͕͇̇̈y̷­̢̻͓̱̙͇̭̳̦̲̅̏̒̓̿̋̃̊̎̚ ̵͕̄̋͋͑͒̕I̴̞̱͈͖͚͙̩̱̞͍̥͂̈́͂̉̓̎̕ ̶̣̖̬̼̤̝͊̅͗̊̚͘ă̷̡͖͈̳̠̳̯̖̤͚̱͇m̸̛̳͔̥̜̗̒͐̊̌̋̃̄͑̔̋͌ ̴̩̬̂̿̈̇I̴͚̳̪͉̣̗̯̭̘̟̣̎̃̋̀̂̈́̍̾̊̄̾ͅn̷͍͇͈̥̞̭̻̯̙͕̠͚̻͉̑͌͊̿̓͒̊̏̄̅͌̕͘͠͝͝c­̶̙͓͉͚͓̪͍̺͇͚̤̯͇̳͔̱̣͌̓̇̅̿͛ą̵̟̜̲̝̗͍͈̝̻̙͒͐̚p̶̱̺̲̭̯̹̮̈́͆̓̀̋̅̽͂̔̔̂̄͆̂͘͝­͕ͅä̴̞́̍b̷̡̛͎͉̱̟̯̗͉̺̭̂̓̋͒̇͋l̷̯̊͗̑͂e̴̮̺̣̫͓͓͉̻̻̝̭̤͚̖̖̅̓͛̃̃̈́̒̿͗̾́̀̉̇͝­͖ ̶̧̢̯̜̻̫͙̱̻̥̠͓̒̾̈́̒̿͒̇̌̚͠͠͠Į̸̨̨͙̻̥̰̤̯̱̫̺̦͂̐͛̀͠͠ ̴̢͔̭̝̏̈́̾͋͊̒͂͊̾̇̆̂̌͜͠ͅẃ̸̧̧̡̹͎͙̰̮̘̳͉͖͚̗͙͛̽̿̾͋͋̚͜͜͝ỏ̷͂̇̓̿̽̔̇́̚͘̕̚͠­̧̢̪̼̦̲̼͓̭͎̝̮͈̦̯̼n̶̛̪̺̓͂͑́̑̈̋̑t̷̨͖̥̥̼̦̠̪͔̫̩͙̔́͊̏͛̚ ̷̨̤͎̬̽͌͋̿̏̽̓̀̂́̆̌̉Ş̷̛͒͒u̴̝̾̀͐̏̿̚͘͝ŗ̷̱̫͚͈̩̦̙̰̲̩̫͉̿ͅv̴̧̼̎̂̓̑̋͛̋̆̋­͎̱̩͈̝͙i̵̞͉̦̾̿̅̍͗̀̓̾͘͘͘͝v̴̡͖͍̪̟̘͇͕̥̫̈́̂̇̄̋̃̇̾̅̀̓͆͂͘̚ͅe̸̻̳̥͒́̇̿̎̄̇̃͜­ ̴̪̟̥͎̻̝̻͎̀̌͒̍̾̇̓́͂̎͒͘̕̕͠͝͝Ĩ̸̻̹̲̣̜͓͕̯̻̙̹̋͂̀̉̏͆̚͜͠ͅ ̷̯̥͓̻̠̫̻̘̜̇͗̇̉͂̽͋̋͑̈̌̐̒̈́̎͘͜w̷͍͚͑͑̐̋̏͂͆̽̈́̃͊̽̅͗o̶̧̥͚̟͙͉͈̱̦͎͓̫̰̺̾̉̉̍­͇ń̷̨̟͊͊͂̀́͠ţ̴̗̰̰̦̱̞͕͓̗͐̓̆̉͗̎͋̊͜͝ ̵̜̰̲̀̆͋͊̂̌͐͘͠Ş̸̡̛̯̜̭̘͈̦̩̗̱̟̀̈̒́̂͝ṷ̴̡̡̡̫̤̦̬̞͇͉̥̠̣͚͈̦̾̄͆̂́͋́͗̚͝c̴­̛̗̋͊̏̎̐͌̈̾͗̒͘͘͘͠c̴͙͙̪̦̯̪͂͐̽e̶͍̮͕̙̠͇̟̻̲͈̖̒͊̈̊̃͊̆̎͂͛̈̽̍͘͝͠e̸͂͋̿͌͊͘͠­̧̰͚̤̳̺̻̗̭͑͌́̈́̚͝d̶̬̏̕̚͝ ̴̡͕͍͔̥̙̣̣͕̼͍̃̂̈́̎͒̊̈͊̒̆̀̉̆̑̇̚͝ͅI̶̡̖̞͍̟̥̙̝̭̲̗͝ͅ ̵͙̟̤̜͖̈́͊̀͒͐͛͌͊̀͘w̸̨̧̨̩͍̪̲̹͇͎̱̜̩̣̭̲͚̓̉̓͐͆̒̎̒o̵̥̥̬̪̯̮͐͗͛̍͆̆͋̈̆̂̕̚͠͠­̡̨̨͖̺̦͉͜n̵̢͍̼͙̦̼͖̠͈͓̗̺̮̙̎̔̄͒̋̌̂͆́̍̏̀̀͜͠͝͝ͅͅt̸̬͙̻̖̯̫̞̙̲̝̜̫̫̓͝ ̴̩̟̞̻̠̹͎̥͛̒̂̌͋̾̄͊́̌b̸͙̝͎͈̻̪͔̹̯̫͎̠̹͔̮̀̅́̈́ͅe̵̹̙̤̠͈̮̩̻̺̔̇̿͜ ̸͚̿̏̽̄̋̐͋̚͝M̸̟̼̱̼̮̍̓̈̑̀̽͒͒͌͘̚͝į̸̥̠̼͍̥̱̣͙̙́̈́͂̋̊s̸̰̓̄̍̉̂̓͒́̓͑͛͗̆̀̕­̡͇͈̬͉͙̣̜͍͈̼͜ͅş̷̛͓͇̗̥͑̀͋͆͂̐̋̓̎̽e̴̢̹̞̙̫̔͒̿̾̾̓͑͂d̷̨̰̹̼͚̦͕̲͋̓̊͌̍͛̐͘ͅ­ ̶̧̥͓̻̲̰̲͙͙̓̍̀͋̍̆̓̀̈́̿̂͆̂͝I̵̡̧͙̪͖͈͚̜͙͇̗̯͗̎́̄͘͠ ̵̧̧̘̦̮̭̲̪̝̪̳̲̞̦̇͛͒͂͜c̴̡̲͕̖͍̼̗̬͍̿͐́͊͒̈́̂͐̍̚͝a̸̛͓̙͋̒̈̒́̀́͆̊̓̀̈́͘ǹ̵͐̏­̢̨̢̢̦̲̺͓̮͍͖̫̉͛͆͆͝͝ͅẗ̷͍͇͇̭͚͉͈̠̰̟͍̼̖͐͋̿̅̈́̽̈́̏̽̈́̿͜͠ͅͅ ̶̠͔͍͕͇̠͗͌̄̀̀͑͂̀̈́̑́̍̅͂̓͝E̴̢̙̺̫̟̖̣̼̮̥̪̣͛͗̅ŝ̶̥̘͉̦̬͎̘͚̬̩̳̣͗͌̀͘͝c̵̒̍͗­̗̞̫̮̖̘͎͒̋͆a̷̱̝̦̓̓͒͂͐̈̓͌̐̈́p̴̰̳̼̝͇͙̈́̈̀͊͌͋̒̑͆̓̑͐͑͊̕͝ḝ̷͉̌̌̋͋͐̒̉̒̂͝ ̴̨̧̜͙͖͔̹̜̲̗̟̰͓̝̿͑͆̈́͒̽͛̔̈̇́̋̓̎͝͝͠I̷̮̻͚̗̫͕̭̅̐̏̚ ̸̢̨̰̠͙̣̝̤̲̜̰̦́͛͆̀̆̿̈́́̓̓͗͜͠ą̴̧̛̞͕̯̫̥̤̞͎̟̀̃m̴̢̛̳̩̩̝̄͒̈̓͗̎̎̃͋̐̚͜͝͝ͅ­̩̩ ̴̙̬͔͓̤͕̞̼̗̜̹̉̓͌̄́Ḏ̶̼̥͐͛͐͋̌̈́̓͋̎̎̌̕͝ê̸̥̝̜͆̾̆̋̾͛̒̈́̃̈́͘͜͝͝͝a̶̅͗̀͌͊͒­̣̣̱̫̻͊̏̑̀͝͝d̸̥̹̹̫̮̞̠͖̻̦̠̄͑̈̀̚



But even so I...



I̵͈͆ ̸̯̏d̶̳͊ȍ̴͖n̷̐ͅ'̶̣̊t̵̡̕ ̴͓͐ĥ̵̫a̶̡̕v̴̒ͅe̶̫̕ ̴̝̈È̶̗x̴̭͗c̸͖͂u̵͋͜s̷̗̋ȇ̸̬s̵͓̅, I have Reasons
Ĩ̶̪f̵̱̔ ̷͈̂I̷̩̚ ̷͚͌m̷̬͗a̴̪̎ḵ̵͗e̵̩͘ ̸̥̉ā̴̗ ̴͈́Ṁ̸̱i̵̧͌ŝ̵̝t̸̯̕a̸̝͝k̶̤̿ę̷̿ I Apologise
Ì̷̙f̸̼͝ ̵͋ͅI̵̗͐ ̷̜́h̶̠́a̶̮̅v̵̢͊e̸̙̕ ̷̯̈́a̵̔͜ ̸̮͋P̶̣̈r̴̥̈́o̴̘̓b̴̛̳l̴̬̕è̸̻m̷̥͗ I try to Fix It
I̷͈͂̓f̴͕̹̎ ̸́̋ͅŝ̸̞̌ö̵͚́͠m̵̤͛ĕ̸̗̼͠t̵͔̂h̷̩̔i̸̛̗͜n̴̹̒ǧ̷̱͝ ̶̨̒i̸͚̊̑s̵̰̆͠ ̴̫͕̿̒ṭ̸̎͜ơ̶̠͐o̶̧̻̔ ̴̖̩͆́D̸̺̏͜i̵̩̭̓̔f̴̛̙͠f̷̺̭̅i̵̩̗͛͂c̷̼̓̿ư̵̧͓̚l̴̞̊ț̸̓̒ I try even Harder
Ĭ̶̡̗f̶̯͝ ̶͕̺̇Ï̸̙̘̽ ̴̪̌͐ā̷̠̻̕ḿ̸̜̪̕ ̷̻͂̅ͅS̸͌͜a̴͔̥͑͝d̸̤̝͂̊ I search for Happiness
I̵͎͂͜f̴͔͘ ̶͚̺͂I̶̫̔͑ ̷̨͈̃a̶̧͑m̸͖̳͝͝ ̴͕͌͘i̵͈͜͠n̷͎̋̾ͅ ̸̛̖̏D̵̻̞͗â̶̹̒ȑ̵̗̦ḱ̷̨n̶̦̎ẽ̶̛͖̘s̸̳̓̍s̶̤͔̐ I search for the Light

I can see my I̷̢͛s̸̰̿s̷͖̎ǔ̸͍e̶̖͑s̷̲̚
I don't ignore my P̴̧͋ȑ̷͈o̵͍̍b̶̘̔l̸̝̈́e̴̛̻m̵̬̃s̷̯̈
As Ṉ̴̼̈́̋ę̸̩̉g̸̘̥̓a̶͍̰̓̀t̷͕̙͊͠i̶̤͋͝v̵̩̣́̑e̴̛̼̝ as I may Be
I can't stay Ä̵̯́s̵̜̏h̶̼͝ä̷̻m̷͉̊e̸͓͝d̷͇̔ of myself for the things I can't Ć̶̡o̷̥̾n̸͔̑t̴̟̓ȓ̴̙o̷̢͝l̴̤̋
In the End that's just how I was made to Be

Ȋ̷͉ ̴̼̃a̵͈̒m̵̦͆ ̸̺̈́M̷̼̃ẹ̵̚
Sorry for another long wait, been trying to get an idea together for a while now and after finding this nifty little effect I finally got one, hope it was worth the wait.
Julia May 17
I'm addicted.
Addicted to the rush of joy that fills my heart
To the affection, the small touches
Addicted to the laughter and smiles
To the companionship, the connections
Addicted to the feeling of falling for you
To not knowing what happens next
Addicted to the butterflies that find their home in my heart
To catching my breath and the feeling of floating in the clouds
Addicted to the colors in your eyes,
The words in your mind,
The shape of your hands,
And every freckle, tan-line, and flaw that you think you see
Addicted to every second spent together
Each memory being filed away for safe keeping
Addicted to feeling weightless, worry-free and worth something
Feeling like everything may be falling into place, finally

But addictions have consequences, side effects
Disappointment, tears, broken hearts
Like the first drag off the cigarette, hitting your chest like bricks
Making your mind foggy and thoughts fade for just a moment
Toxic.
But you can’t help but go back for another
You can't help but think about when the next one will come around
Because addictions hit hard
Sometimes slowly making their way, sometimes in the blink of an eye

I'm hooked.
Addicted.
To the split second thoughts of pure, raw happiness
The kind that makes every other moment feel so dull
Addicted, knowing that Ill end up broken and burnt out
Letting my heart take the lead
Knowing it has no self-control and moves too fast
Knowing Ill put my guard down to anyone who might feed the addiction, hoping that this one will be different
Addicted to the chase, catch and learning to let go
I wish I could quit ya love, but I can't
I'm addicted.
to you.
I walk the dog before I'm awake almost,
when the streets are empty as I prefer.

I've found if you talk to anyone new, the next time your paths cross
before you disappear, they change direction uninvited,
even cross the road just to talk to you.

That's a Code Blue right there. Code. Blue


I'm into work and my monitor is down
And the guy cant fix it 'cause there's a flu bug going round.

Listen I've got deadlines, I've got problems to solve,
and the woman at the photocopier is just chewing and chewing
like she's still eating her breakfast and has all day to do it.

Blue flashes behind eyes, real Indigo needles. Code. Blue.


I'm sat at the Bar minding my own business.
I'm still checking my emails and Instagram.

Some people just wanna poke their eyes over your shoulder
to check out the screen view, being ****** nosey
by habitually climbing into other people's personal space.

That's a a big No-no! for sure. Code. Blue.


On the subway or the bus with all the other empty seats
They sit down next to you and they let out a sigh.

I don't want to listen, I don't want to share, I really don't care,
And there goes my stillness, and there goes my peace,
And one of these days there will go my temper and I will blow that fuse.

Then there'll be a Code Blue... MIGHTY! Code. Blue.
The Red Woman Apr 25
i could make lines somewhere else

but i'm too persistent

and a little too proud

so i'll just type a little harder
Lacy Apr 14
Why are you here lacy
Shut up let me out
Why I did remember
And you were so lost and stuck
I was stuck because you were weighing me down
my chains are too heavy for me please take them off
Why should I
I need you to survive
I only exist in your head
And yet you keep trying to **** yourself
your soul is now mine I own it
I am becoming it
I control it
I am the demon you created
You lost control over me
And now you must deal with it
Your body my soul
So do as much damage
You're not hurting me
But feeding me your nice fresh thick blood and I thank you for that
Your name will always be yours
Lacy
the only thing I can offer you.
Amy E Mar 8
I could eat a dozen
Perhaps I ought, I glance at
The box, white and untouched
Alone on the table, sweet air inside

I can’t help but break the seal
Revealing ****** frosting, perfect lines
Would anyone know if I took
Both a fritter and macaroon?

Lord help me, no restraint
As I grab a fistful
My waistline can’t trust me
My tongue simply yearns
For every single pastry
habiba Mar 8
The Wisdom of the slave Philosopher;
It's not that you don't want it,
It's that you don't need it.
You shall carry no burden.
Watch them fall.
Dike Aduluso Dec 2018
At last, I’ve found a cause
A cause to put grey on yearning white
Which beckons an outpour without pause
That to my troubled heart may bring respite

It is one that holds no ties to joy
Neither is it one I’m glad to have found
For it speaks of my errors; the folly of a boy
And the prospect of pain for yet another round

All that need be done is abstain
Yet I fail, as I have before
To break this cycle of lovers' bane
To lull this rhythm forever more

I fail and so fall to sin
A sin of tameless indulgence
In desires that wear my heart thin
And leaps of love at great expense

O that The Lord would deliver me
From lust, from love, from yours truly
And draw me into His presence with glee
Until I’m ready to love, and love fully

Till then must I put sand to flame
That’s burned three times till present
And silence the echoes of her name
However lovely, however pleasant
Emma Nov 2018
It gets so much worse
When I lay in bed at night
And my heart begs me to call you
Or even just a text
And my mind screams self control
And I’m stuck in the middle of it all
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