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Semmes, AL
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I am in denial for my words are spoken, but are they heard? I am afraid that I have stray too far and too scared to turn back. The truth has escaped my tongue for I am blind now, Will the curtains ever show the sun again. I am alone in this battle of forgiveness and revenge. I know who to turn too but will I see him or will I see the devil. That is were I am in life, that is why I must gain the courage to turn around but I am afraid to face the truth. My faith is among the bones of pride soon they will decay and turn to dirt, and then I will be lost forever. The streams are shallow Were I perch on the high peak. I know I will not drown if I jump, but the Rocky bottom I will surly hit. In the ocean I sale alone for the wind is becoming strong, I know I may not hit bottom but my breath will surely become absent. Were do I stand if there is no bottom to regain what I have lost.