Good evening... She's on my mind. I can't help it... Need to spend time with God. I'll be alright... I think...

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This pencil knows my thoughts
my countless battles fought
The futility of my struggle?
in the issues of this world

I hold this romance in my hands
reluctant to release my precious gold
The thrill of the memory could kill
Still, I reminisce in my sleep

Is it really so pointless
I ponder the purpose of my existence
My prized possession, removed.
Is all that remains adequate for You?

In spite of the odds, I've made it through
and I'm forever thankful for You.
But this bitter taste stays
raise me from my grave
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