Therapy
In the end I will be perfect but I ain't get there yet
You may say no but when it comes to my God I know it's already set
But for now I'm still progressing
When I write it is refreshing
I write in time of sadness, happiness, and anger.
I write no matter what season of my soul
But when I write it has a reason or a role
As I said before, I ain't perfect
so when I write I write to release
I write to release pain, sadness, unforgiveness, and more
When I write I write to express love and joy
When I write it is an act of worship
When I write chains are broken
While writing I am free
While writing I am me
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