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So I found the light of His Presence, and worshipped without hesitation. The surrounding believers labeled my pleas as complaints, and my grief as self-pity. I was then deemed unworthy of His love and cast away from His presence.

Sorry, for not telling you how I felt before it was too late. Please, forgive me.

Repression does not heal: it lengthens the era of one’s misery.

The desire for control is infinite; the desire to be an inspiration leads people to devour control, so they may manipulate the situation to feel important.

How is it that I am a hero to everyone except those closest?

Something about the way my name falls off your lips send tremors down my spine. Something about the way you hold me, sends me into a moment of bliss. And I can’t say for one second these feelings are false, fabricated, or just fortunate, so please, for the first time, tell me you love me.