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Written by: derrick burton

I am going to tell you this 
because I love you
not the kind of love where I need 
to see you bleed to death
Not the kind of love where pity weakens me
At the end of the day we are still accountable 
at judgment 
Will you be there get me out the decision?
Something sinful I did alone.
I am tired of running to you for my
escape goat every time I do wrong
Blaming it on the enemy, the little voice 
in side my brain or the two on my shoulders.
I don't believe the enemy exist
Maybe the enemy is ourselves.