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Its cold Sitting here all alone Knowing I will never have you Your laughter Such a rare sound Makes my heart race and head spin But that is all I will have of you Tears streak down my face with the thought All my memories jagged and painful You told me of a love and loss Pulling my heart ever closer Looking back I now see That I could never get close to you Oh how I have tried I still hold on to the thought of us Maybe that is why the my words are lost Unable to face the truth I live my torture daily Naive heart of mine burn with the pain of loss And one day Maybe there will be nothing left

Love makes you crazy Love makes you dumb Love conquers all Love conquers none Need me when you want me Want me when you need me But why do you leave me Alone in the sun

Poor little doll Once beautiful Now broken and forgotten Sitting on the shelf Waiting to be taken by another pair of greedy hands Tears trickle down her cheeks As she is touched and handled Making her dirty and unclean But the greedy choose not to notice That her body has now been soiled And as they grow tired of the little doll They cast her to the side and choose another Taking her back to the shop once more

Deserver of Heaven I have lost you The days have grown dark and dreary Waves of guilt was over me I am disgusting I am dark Full of sin built by addiction Chains hold me down keeping me in a state of helpless safety This place I have know for so long Now my home, my refuge when I know no other way You showed me another home one with love and acceptance Why can I not hold on to such love? How can I walk away? How can I stay? Look at the ugly thing I have become Hate, bitterness, despair I wear them like garments made of the finest silk How can it be? What do I do to break the cycle? Filthy creature ou have no right! Stay wh

Do you see it The beautiful city of light and love A place where you are truly accepted Truly loved Where arms are held wide and tears of joy fall Faces of pure happiness greet you A place behond comprehension No war, no hate, no sin Just unconditional love A place we can all live in peace The high priest at the gates to welcome each child Smiles and singing, joy and wonder Thank you God For choosing to share your world with me May your name be exalted throughout eternity

Oh how I have failed you Oh how my heart aches Hear me from afar and hold me close For I feel alone and afraid Though my mind says you are here My heart feels differently I want to be what you want But my hands do what it is I do not want to do Please I need you for I cannot live without you I can do all things through you and not without I need you to breathe To eat To sleep All things are done through you And I have failed Take this guilt from my heart Open my eyes to your greatness once again Let me see what you see Help me to know what is needed For I am losing a downhill battle But through you I will triumpth Forever

Praise be to my Lord and Savior For he has taught what none have been able He brought me from the dark to the light From angry to joyful Darkness no longer rules but is put behind Tears escape my eyes only in pure happiness I dance in the street Scream at the top of my lungs I scare those who do no know Him And make angry those who oppose Him But I will not quite my tongue For He has touched me in a way no one could He has loved me completely and without blemish I know Him and He knows me inside and out I shake with the very thought of my happiness I tremble at the thought of losing something so precious My path is made straig

I picked up a book the other day thinking that it could help me understand myself better. I know what you are thinking, a self help book. Yes, I don’t care who you are you don’t know yourself half as well as you think you do. So I bought this book and the feeling was indescribable. Have you ever gotten the feeling a book picked you instead of the other way around? You read one line and a thought pops in your head, a question or off the hand comment and in the very next line your question or comment is answered, or voided out all together. Now I am not saying that books are all knowing or anything, but there are times and situations