All I can say is thank you.
All of this numbness is coming out of the blue.
An argument finally led me to let it go.
My mind finally as blank as a piece of paper.
I'm left with the thought of one thing.
All I'm asking for is a favor.
Let me live.
Let me breath.
Let me be.
But when I let go.
Forgive me.
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Heresy of the Unprepossesing
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