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*tone*
Hey Ra, it's me again. I thought I had sorted it out but turns out I failed another mission.
I have been trying to break the line, break the silence that has been holding me tight. The words flowing from my lips don't matter but the intention is in it to create something beautiful and just try to start again.
They built me a temple
They gave me land
They wrapped me up and buried me in the sand but I'm scared you ain't listening.
I just want to be able to move on, put on my heart on the scale. It may seem hopeless but God I hope it isn't. I'm wondering if you're out there, somewhere, making a plan for me.
And that may be selfish or may seem helpless but I'm just trying to be the best I can be see me please God don't leave me
here.
In the sand.
Buried just to be dug up again.
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