Clocks don’t stop it’s insane begging for a pause
Fire of disappointment burning my chest my hopes scarred,
Redirect my focus please
This is temporary but feels deep within my emotional sea
I hate isolation but love the silence it gives as I grieve.
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This isn’t the end but it feels like daytime is over
This isn’t the last day but it feels like tomorrow is unnecessary
Wonderful Counselor, steer me into your arms
Prince of Peace, break me from depression’s charms
Teach me to battle enemy swarms.
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I’m under attack and it’s obvious these days
Whispers giggling lies my prayers are lame intensify
Distractions float and explode when I read the Bible
Hit after hit it’s hard to regroup,
I already know, if I surrender, picked apart while kicked around on the ground
I already know, if I act in anger, internal detonation will rip any joy to shreds.
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This isn’t the end but it feels like daytime is over
Wonderful Counselor, steer me into your arms.
Emotion Dough 