Heavy breath in my head,
Whispering I’ll never qualify,
All my hopes and dreams die,
Always a bit short,
It isn’t true, still I color thoughts in blue,
Am I weak, just tired, spoiled, dreadfully expired,
Mercy,
Mercy,
Grace, please.
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Going to everything else,
Instead of the love I left,
Expecting change,
Experiencing pain,
This isn’t correct, desperate need to reflect, my focus on successive slippery targets,
Mercy,
Mercy,
Grace, please
Grace, please.
Emotion Dough 