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Current mood:  melancholy Category: Blogging
Sometimes we hurt. Hurt. Hurt. We hurt and we run run run Straight to what hurts us, sometimes not even knowing Straight to what we never wanted to be, never knowing why we are there Sometimes we even go so far as to wait on God and run still We run and wait run wait and complain? Hoping that he would send deliverance And that deliverance would be able to run fast enough to catch us where we are And love becomes what ever is left. And we give our love to what we believe is all that's left And we Dig. Dig. Dig. our way into Hurt Hurt that makes us settle. Hurt that says its OK not to fight for what we really want Making any Baby. Baby. Baby. Calling any Baby. Baby. Baby. To have something instead of fighting for everything Running, looking, making up our world Making up time Making up life Making believe we don't Hurt Hurt. Hurt. Hurt
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