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Looking for love in all the wrong places led me down a path of lies and lukewarm lovers that couldn't satisfy my longing to be loved like I had longed to be - before my birth I lustfully laid in my mother's womb so comfortably living without the leeches of the world latching onto my soul, laughing out loud would ultimately distract my knowledge of being lost, yet I was.

Obviously I was oblivious to my circumstances while others noticed overtly that I opted to walk around foolishly speaking omitted words from my empty heart that had only repeated bias objections which created offenses due to my lack of understanding of being lost, yet I was.

Sorry Mom and Dad for silently and sinfully slaughtering the hope that you instilled inside of this mind of mine while I was sitting under your sugar coated ginger bread roof slothfully making sudden moves to better my situation so now I shamefully sit here and shrink within my shell doubting myself wondering why I can't remain sober while being lost, yet I do.

There were times when the second-hand of time struck like terrible lightning and taunted me like a ticking time bomb touching the texture of my skin that I hated so much which somehow destined me to throw text onto torn paper in lieu of tantrums while all along my true identity that I always knew existed awaited to be found and thank You, Jesus, it was.