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Crushing

11/5/10

You are a shadow. Continually hovering, suffocating my faith. Holding me down from believing. To escape you, I try running. Hide and seek that never ends. Blind to that light, that ability of release. Too far away, help, I'm beginning to stray. Free me of your presence, LEAVE ME ALONE! But alone I fear, the unknown and hopelessness. Being lost once again...
Is It Worth Being Found?

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