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My Dear Friends

My dear friends,
you may be afraid of an end,
afraid of the truth of life,
afraid to even use a knife.

For you know it can be used for more than food,
it is more bad than good,
but you know not to do things like that...
know to never turn your back.

For you love Him,
you don't want to lose Him,
but my dear friends...
I had went to the end.

I had done things I haven't told you.
I don't know if you want me to be true,
for I haven't been real...
haven't told you how I really feel.

I have been going through a battle all on my own,
always thought I was alone.
Even when I knew I had God,
I never really was with your God.

I don't want you to make the same mistakes,
for I believe that I am fake.
Don't believe a word I say...
if you did, you'd just walk away.

My dear friends
do not fear, this is not the end.
I will get better,
and become another.

My dear friends,
I will not come to an end.
I will come back,
and I promise that.

My dear friends,
please make your amends,
and live your life.
Put away that knife.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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