Every time I begin down this road again...there is the bock...this almost...inability to write or conceive a notion of what is truth...pain is there, this darkness...this dark place I have hidden my heart...far from truth and far from grace...a place only I know exists and I threw away the key.
To hide from You.
To run from You.
To know that I know not and relish my ignorance.
But You offer the way home.
Only You can sympathize and understand.
Lead me to freedom.
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