a bastian of emptiness a core of despise a child of deceptiveness, alone he must cry. a hole of emotions and a tear of distress, he lost all devotions the burden he feels he must confess. he solitified his ways and pushed aside his only flaws. someone must've convinced him, and then "God" must've called. he purified his ways ridden evil from his mind. i hope to "God" i can change but looks to me it's not the right time...
Reason for writing:
i wrote this about one of my cousins who got saved...he said he saw demons when he was doing drugs and acting all bad ass..but god came to him one night and he has been good ever since..and keeps the faith...as for me..i don't know if i can ever change...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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