Spared
I cannot name one thing I have done to earn your love.
I cannot even recall a time I did not turn my back on you.
I have disobeyed you by doing things my way.
I went against your word by stealing and judging others.
So what purpose do i serve by being here?
Why has by life been once again undeservingly spared?
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