I
forget to separate
the truths about me
from the fallacies
and I
forget to punctualize
Your importance;
forget to separate it
from my own
You
somehow still love me
somehow still hold open
Your widest of arms
to greet me when I falter
but, God,
sometimes I forget
that You
are all
I need...
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