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A part of me wants to stay right where I am. A part of me wants to hide myself from the world, remaining glued... Pieces Of Me

A part of me wants to stay right where I am.

A part of me wants to hide myself from the world, remaining glued to my anger.

A part of me wants to defend why life is a struggle, and will never be easy.

A part of me wants to tell the world I’ve been hurt too many times to count, and I will never be able to move on.

A part of me wants to justify my lack of action, and remain paralyzed.

A part of me is too terrified to look within.

A part of me never wants to let go of a sickness that I’ve known for years.

A part of me is so afraid to open my eyes, finally become accountable for my life and the healing needs to take place within it.

A part of me wants to remain stuck.

A part of me deeply believes the lies I ruminate on, lies that were originally planted in my mind by people who were deeply suffering themselves.

A part of me doesn’t really want to know what is wrong with me, because then I might be asked to let go of the pain.

A part of me screams to be free from the myself.

A part of me senses a strong duty in me that I’ve yet to fully acknowledge.

Some of me is starting to realize that living apart from, just won’t serve me any more.

A lot of me is starting to believe that I too might find God, and maybe even myself.

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