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I thought I was over it but still I haven't made it over this, me and my outspokenness I can't help it I'm helpless to the transition to deliver me from my sinfulness it's why I'm overlooked and misunderstood but in Christ no matter what it looks like I'm good, to die is gain and no matter who I lose in this war it's all worth it, if they only knew nothing on this earth can amount to the price I been purchased with, this life was meant to offend, destroy, & kill the old you so I count it all joy to the ones I lost on the way. No matter what I say on what I did or what I said, I did it all because no one could ever fill me up with that everlasting bread