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| Sometimes I feel like all the choices aren't mine and the decisions I want to make are a crime. As I listen to the voices reprimanding all the time I seek throughout my life asking God for a sign. I'm helplessly floating in a black sea of hurt and despair and the other people flow by me with unsurpassing ease. As I wallow through the tide with the utmost of care I tearfully beg God whilst down upon my knees. The frothy, black tides seem to have a need to toss me and the dank water seems to choke my throat. As I search for a shore that is unknown to me I dangerously pass the wreckage of a boat. I'm hopelessly searching for a meaning to my young life and the better part of me is so full of sorrow. As I wade through my journey full of longing and strife I wait for a turn at a better tomorrow. Sometimes I feel like all the choices aren't mine and the decisions I want to make are a crime. As upon my energy and livelyhood cynicism doth dine I forcefully push against this box like a mime. |
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