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Come, Gather close, look over my shoulder, grab a seat near to view my insecurities.
And, though, I know it is dark and black, still gaze to view my past of impurities.

A lifetime of brewing with worry, building up a reasonless fury, a hell from wence forth that i would never show glory.

 The endless nights, dreading. As I recklessly shed mindless tears of worry, for I feared that the life I desired, shamefully i was undeserving.

I was weeding out my blue skies, feeding lies into my life with my blurried eyes, denying my dismay, finding my way throughout the dense fog, likening myself as a worthy prize.

All the years of lazing around, keeping my gears locked down, leaving my conveyor belts crumbled and unprofound.

Obsessively chewing greasy meals for my food, and indulging in illicit acts to keep from slipping into a mood. 

Just four words (don't let me die) 

Praying solely in the hopes that my soul won't blaze under the skies

Holding on to worldly items ever so closely, thoughts of missing them wholly, now im clutching this soul because it is the only, 
The one true and only
The only thing that matters

"I release these feelings of un-heavenly beings of sin.
 For these are feelings i no longer wish to rue upon within.
I halt my cursed spewing and proceed with what I'm doing.
These angelic deeds are for a world that shows unproven."

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