Who is this person,
that stands so,
boldly,
on a rock of,
determination,
with a foundation,
of will power.
Who am I,
to tell you to stop,
who am I,
to be a consistent rock,
have you gone,
far too far,
for,
far too long.
Your heading into,
a place,
I cannot go,
So stop what your doing,
I not longer pretend!
like I,
do not know.
I will no longer play your games,
of questioning,
who i,
am,
because that is,
between me,
and my God.
You're falling into a big,
gaping hole,
and i can no longer,
recover you,
from the wreck edge,
I am not,
your,
savior,
I will never stop,
loving you,
praying for the best but,
You must learn,
the hard way,
i beg you not to,
you will be damaged,
you will be bleeding,
and in such pain,
as you have never known,
but you will learn,
the hard way,
if you must.
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