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I made a mistake today

I let the people slowly tear the pages

out of my book

Stripping me of righteous acts of salvation

Physical path meeting mental turmoil

Stroke my mind with agony 

Playing my feelings like 

the strings of a guitar

I want to live like you 

Dear friend...

Eating all the fruits for spiritual growth  in 

remanence of an unperfected and unconditional relationship

to quench my thirst

I cry 

They cry

Because once again, I have failed them

Beating their ear drums with this poison called loudness

of cruelty

It is unfortunate that we meet this way yet again

But let us not pretend that pain is where our story began

--NOT where it will end

- Shay Nefeteria