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Dec 03, 2008
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God is Tampering with my Fate
Should we begin?
I guess I want to understand,
Everything… and how it’s supposed to be
Did God, craft me with his own hands?
Did he change everything I should have been?
My heart? My soul?
Did he change you?
I sit imperfect
Like a stale pile of leaves, just blowing in the wind
I sit impatient
Like a man who is just waiting to die
What was the point of everything, we ever did?
What was the point in feeling, the way we did?
I sit absent of my own mind
I sit absent in your heart
How should it end, and how will it?
I guess I wanted to understand,
Everything I could never figure out
Did God craft me with his own hands?
Did he make a mistake, or am I supposed to be this way?
My heart… my soul?
Or did he change you?
— washing tears, Dec 03, 2008
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Critiques
Rett
17 years 4 months ago
Nicely written
Conect11
17 years 4 months ago
Funny,
Blue_Halcyon
17 years 4 months ago
Wow
washing tears
17 years 4 months ago
well thankyou for reading my