Coming to terms isn't the name of the game I took all the blame, the tried, the true. It haunts me feeling it deeply inside. There are days I still want to hide. God's simply pushing the devil aside to shield me from falling under. I hear it loudly, the thunder. The noise in my head my heart beating rapid I can't almost catch my breath. This isn't a game it's life I'm working to live through. Leaving it all up to God now to get me through. I don't complain just taking it in stride. I'm going to live this life. No more games, no more I told you so's. Speaking the truth. No longer living with shame just getting by with each passing day.
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