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Hurt, that's me.

August 25, 2012
By Anonymous

A cry, just of silence.
Alone, like always.
A misfit, forever out of place.
Lies, accepted blindly.
Broken, and not one cares.
Where are You?
I was told you would never leave me.
But I can't feel Your presence.
My empty soul is all I feel.
Oh God, if You love me so;
Reveal Yourself to me.
For I can't carry on longer.
I fade a little more each day.
If Something isn't done, I know I will die.

The author's comments:
The feelings I have when I'm at the end of my rope. I start to really doubt my faith.

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