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Spiritual Cries
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I must be addicted to pain,
There’s no other conclusion.
Tell me what sane is,
I’ll tell you my pain.
Faces steering me away,
Always taking their paths.
My voice screams , yet unheard,
Yet still surprised, they don’t listen.
Show me my place,
I’ll show you my confusion.
Try to impress, to be good,
But always in a mess.
Tough times, all i have,
me , myself, and I.
Wipe the frown off,
Lift my head up,
See the good in life.