Feeling paralyzed,
when realized,
that you were not mine,
then who I am to thine?
I know my position,
which lost in commotion,
I am your worshipper,
and thou my deity,
but I am deprived,
of your blessings.
Feeling hampered,
as nothing left mine,
constantly whine,
standing in a line,
to imbibe you design.
Your countenance,
deletes my repentence,
but whence,
you loved me in real
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