confession envy jealousy sin friendship love random
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At some point something
Has to give or else I will
Fall into darkness.
...
But I don't think for a moment
This is Your fault.
I know I know its mine.
My pride and my sin
My ignoring Your name.
Its like swallowing flint
To be here.
Among the talented people
The children of broken homes
Motor homes
And hill-top homes.
From the highest of life
To the lowest of lows
Poets, word weavers,
I see you two together
You say he's just your friend
But still I feel this uneasiness
Why do I feel this way
When we are only friend
When we are nothing more
