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| Binding To the conscience. Somehow the chains Have come loose. Your Name feels strange on My lips. I feel, I Fear, I believe…but I cannot love the same Sincere way. Unable to reconcile the Truths, I grope around For anything, even the Phantom of anything at All. How pain equates To faith and goodness, I May never fathom. Why The world is so or why Life is such, I may never Understand. But most Painful of all, I may Never know how I Could've traded in My love for something Like Religion. |
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