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Leave this all to GodYou say my heart is too big that i am stupid. I don't know how to be tough or what to do. God knows its so hard to get through. I am not stupid. Stop bringing me down. I have the right to get tough on what i say. God made me and i have the choice to tell you what i need to say. Its complicated this story of a venom hurting thy own arm in foul washing up liquid. Foul washing powders. Useful of the maiden who's disappeared that knows advantages that we'd told her. She tunes us out like a bad Guitar. God forgive me. God forgive us all. Except i can't cope with her not listening to us. Then venom's like Satan intervene making the mentality in ones brain the size of the earth... Who knows? In her head Satan is manipulating to get rid of now so hard. Every excuse goes down the drain if i keep making one up after the other Hey i got a heart that cries with sensitivity. Its big and Gold. The story ain't half told. The things i don't see or us, but God does. So if anything bad does happen God seen it the hereafter is better for sorting this out. Nothing here has worked. God forgive her. God knows what was in her heart. Only God can read minds, souls and hearts. We might be able to read between some lines except we're nothing compared to the Lord. Now let God deal with this. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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