Why bring me to this place, why create this heartbreak if you are not going to speak to me, if you are not going to heal me from what holds me back from being what you created me to be
I grow tired of sitting in this desert. I grow tired of the detachment of my idols. The evil places inside of me seek a safe comfortable place.
Come speak to me, come satisfy my deepest longings. Come soothe me with your presence. Let me know your peace.
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