What a life my God has given me!
He has given me air for my lungs
And colors for my eyes
He has given me many soft things to touch
And many rough
And even though it hurts to breath
And even though every time I open my eyes I only see the dull colors of pain
And even though everything I touch is ruined
I rejoice
I rejoice
I rejoice because
What a life my God has given me
My God has given me life
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YOU ARE READING
Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
