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Confused again with questions to ask,
Abstract answers with an uneasy grasp,
Openianting guidance with a discust for trust,
Talking about God and all over lust,
So who are these people who know much,
And am I a friend or just a spiritual crutch,
These answers to life bought and sold,
Talking about God saving my soul.
But I'll give myself I little more credit than that,
And my mind hasn't gone,not just yet.
In the future it maybe,
Up until then I believe in me.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2016
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