Dear God, I feel the need to get this off my chest
then maybe I'll have the ability to rest
I confess, things are a mess
nothing else matters without your crest
of approval; this removal of what's deep is starting to press
it's the root of the thorn that I need to address
yet you love me no less, but I don't "feel" blessed
but hear my desire to make progress
it's a painful process & I won't make it unless
you come & get me; pls equip me to handle this test
my life is a funeral; I should be alive less & less
the irony is I long to live for you, but I'm breathing to death
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