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Why is my head filled with so much dread?
So much confusion along with disillusion So tired of sadness, but can’t seem to get past it Wake up in the morning yearning for something Reaching for anything that will raise me up Out of this dark and lonely place of sorrow I call out to God and I know he hears me He tells me to shake myself loose from these shackles Of oppressed mindsets. To acknowledge my true being And let go what is hindering me from happiness Break free from expecting struggles to dealing with the power To overcome all struggles and move on pass the dilemma To hopefully reach peace and understanding.
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