| Stretch out in your Christ pose, marionette of lost hope.
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| Your sadness at the expense of the world. |
| You’re dying to be this. |
| You’re
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| living to be this.
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| Energy wasted on feeling sorry for ourselves. |
| We didn’t deserve it. |
| Like
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| using a thousand apologies as a thousand excuses for making the same
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| mistakes.
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| Crusader of hopelessness. |
| Crucified by yourself. |
| What do you know about
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| suffering? |
| So full of reasons not to see the possibilities to change this
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| suffocation and turn it into focus. |
| 'Cause we don’t need this.
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| Forget about your self-pity, forget about your petty problems, forget about
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| your small world. |