I have played the game of love, and once again I have lost. I have had my heart ripped from my chest, in what seems a thousands times. But, I do not hold a position on true valence. Instead, I have done the same many of times to others. It is the lord perhaps delivering the same disposition that I have given others. I am sorry. My heart is soft and tender, beating on the same promises of the future.
My eyes gaze forward into the blinding light. My answers are there, beyond the horizon, beyond my conceptions. I have been the tailor of my fate, I have fabricated the destiny that my life has taken. I shall now take responsibility (I pray). I stand but a man upon God's world.
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I only wish that I would emphasized more that we are all sinners, esp at the end.....
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