Thoughts Pt. 1

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I wish that me being your savior was all that it took.

 I would become everything you ever needed to believe.

But since my god is mightier than me, I cannot be yours.

Instead I'll wish that you believed in the things that make me...me. 

If you made it to heaven, the riches of joy I would have truly received.

In the meantime, can I trace the grooves of your mind?

It worries me that you've given in to darkness and deception.

Maybe I'll exhale my truths into your pores.

Do you really listen when I say I wish to see you at heaven's doors?

I wish you could see the light, or maybe even grace it's way....

That I may finally exhale you, relieved.

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