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FollowI sit and let these thoughts protrude my mind.
Prevailing in a losing battle of indulgence.
The anger is what my flesh wants to feel.
Indulge me in innocents.
The careless whispers of love cautiously repeat,
Forgive them.
Forgive them.
My Soul,
asking for forgiveness for what she said,
asking for forgiveness for what he did,
so that I can feel redemption,
while my flesh grieves in remorse.
Indulge me!
Indulge me, roars my flesh.
"Forgive her, Forgive him,cries my soul."
My flesh
smelling sweet,
while my inner man basks in the belief that I am weak;
falling victim,
choosing to be prey,
My thoughts
prevailing in the losing battle of my indulgences...
