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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.
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