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My life is moving forwardRene is leaving, thus creating space for me to work at the church, I should be starting there sometime soon,and life goes on.Rene is leaving, Marcus left, I will have no guy friends left here. I guess my prayers that G-d would grow Michele ever closer together have been answered,and life goes on.I left so much behind to come here, Its finally starting to feel like it was

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I screwed up today and decided to visit old habits. I wasted a little bit more of my life on porn. I felt terrible. I called up Michele and begged her forgiveness. and she forgave me.then as I tried to understand her love and grace for me, I said "I don't deserve you."what she said next made me cry.She said "Yes you do"I am not worthy of her love and forgiveness.I am not worthy of G-d's love and

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-I have a girlfriend, her name is Michele and I am ridiculously blessed to have her.-I've been working at a vinyard on and off, I work on whats called a 400 euro basis, which means I can only earn 400 euros in a month, (which is the maximum I can earn without having to pay taxes) but because I work 9 hour days and get 6.50 an hour I burn through that pretty quick.-I'm hammering out all the

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I wanted to paint you a pictureone whose colors could express the pain my life has heldand the joy it now containsbut I could find no brushes to put to my canvasand I was never really good at paintingI wanted to write you a songone whose melody could carry my soul along with itas your ears drank in the soundbut my hands could not form the notes and chordsand no music came from my guitarI then

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this is super rough draft of part of chapter 1. just so you know--It had all started when Saul was in the first grade. The playground at is school was directly next to a fairly large hill. The side facing the playground was nearly 90 degrees straight up, and mostly made of rock. It reminded him of the cliffs in the coyote and roadrunner cartoons he would watch with his father on the weekends. It

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And, if you're in the middle of one of lifes many storms, remember, G-d still has you in his arms. Even when everyone else considers the storm old news, G-d suffers with us.

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I think G-d takes the crises that we go thru,and repackages them as gifts. Without suffering we never grow. One week ago, a friend of mine died, and here I am, on the otherside of the planet, trying to figure out how to deal with it all.It got me thinking, what if something happens to someone else? What if one of parents gets hurt? What if Dane does something extra stupid? What in the world am I

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I watched my world burn down to the ground todayin the name of greed,as the new gods of railroad took overoh fire,burn my minds eyeburn my minds eyeburn my minds eye,so I never have to see this again.

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I met a girl at a party tonight, we clicked really well, when she got home at 1:30 am she added me on facebook. This is the happiest I've been all week, i'm not saying my happiness hangs on some girl, but still. Its a nice end to a crappy week.Still in mourning over Tyler. Rest In Peace dude.P.SI hope i don't end up offending anyone with my Lawless Bastards project, its going to follow bitter 20

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a friend of mine died yesterday from huffing.

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I am currently working on the followinglearning how to play guitarimproving my singing voicealso on a more artistic front: Two different stories: Saul Hates Everyone and a story about St. Judeand a new story told in poems thing called The Lawless Bastards.

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I've decided to write a story, and I wanted to share with you the plot.Saul has a gift, or a curse, depending on how you look at it. He knows when someone nearby is about to have a terrible accident, and knows exactly how to stop it. After many years of being the hero he has become less and less seen as some sort of superhero/guardian angel and more and more seen as a public servant, like the

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My dream girl would spend hours with me making a house of cards just to finish it and tear it down, because things are just things.

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This year, I moved to Germany.This year I grew up a lot.This year I spent way too much time in blog word and the real world focusing on a 3 week relationship that was destined to fail from the start.This year I decided to never again fall victim to my own impulses like that again.This year I started and renewed friendships.This year I still remained sober.This year is over in 10 minutes and I'm

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no homeeven the bed where I lay my head is not my ownI wander slowly,but I wander.never in one place too long.Not anymoreI wish simply to find four walls to owna roof over my head to call home.no soil for these rootsnot yet.

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I havent posted anything in a while.I just wanted to say I'm doing good. I miss my famly a lot and I can't wait to see them. I hate how I feel whenever I see Luise. The way I can't stop looking at her, the awkward glances, the laughing way too much to prove to the other person.... something or other, the way I'm still crazy for this chick, the way things were left hanging, the way she doenst want

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I'd rather not be nominated in my conditionI'm still reeling from the grenade that went off in my handsurely there are other candidates pining to be electedlet one of shake hands and kiss babiesI can't run for office like thisthis is ridiculousso will you please let mehide in my shell shock?your crusades are none of my concernThis is not a campaign this is conquestthis is not a campaign this is

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"The Real Victim Here"This poem deals with two separate yet interconnected thingsThe first thing, though it does not come up first in the poem is a person's inability to healthily deal with their past , to the point where it becomes destructive to themselves and those around them  (You hold the past like a gun, and you pulled the trigger)The second part which in  is mentioned first, for the sake

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get on your dancing shoesi heard there's a party down at the local crime scenetry and ignore the police line,its more of a formalitynever mind the chalk outlinejust keep dancingnever mind that here innocence diedjust keep dancingjust make sure the music keeps on playingand try not to look at blood on the groundthe real victim here was lovethe real victim here was loveoh my God, it was youit was

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Hey guys, If you would like, I can write a post explaining some of my poetry. I can be rather cryptic, I'm aware. But I would enjoy pulling what I write apart, so maybe I'm understood better. I don't have many (read: definitely 2, maybe 3) friends who care to read this on a regular basis. so... what do you think?

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I wear many masks

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normally I don't do this sort of thing, but I thought this one desvered revsion. I think it flows better now, what do you guys think?trapped in this room, I've considered going crazythrowing myself at the door and windowsI given my lights more black eyes than I'll care to countlooking at this bottle filled with amberthen tossing it to the floorbroken glass rips through my feetbut I can't feel it

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can someone please just stop the world from spinning?I promise I'll get back on,when the break is over.I've been on this ride for too long,I've been on this ride for too long. I've been feeling dizzyI vomited tomorrow's lunchwhile trying to make sure It looked good for the papersthis fair lost it's appealaround the time I realizedmost of the patrons don't have facesunless they're staring into the

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the cold weather is bringing some memories back into sharp focus. Specifically girls dated. I've never really dated anyone during the summer. last week I was remembering Bethany and how magical that was.Now its Emily, though those memories shouldnt be rearing their collective heads until sometime in December they showed up anyway. That was a great time in my life. Seriously. She was my first kiss

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eyes snaping open the weight of your heart firmly on my shouldersemotions flicker between dream like idealism and gut wrenching manufactured jealousyimages run by like damgaged film reelsrepeating the same again and againand it starts eating away at this already battered soulI have torn down and destroyed everything in my path to stop this ringing in my earsit just won't stoptrhowing bricks

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trapped in this room, and I've considered going crazythrowing myself against the door and the windowsI given my lights more black eyes than I care to countlooking at this bottle filled with amber then tossing it to the floorbroken glass tears through my feet but I can't feel it anymorelistless and brooding,I've been staring at my wall for days.wondering how I can punch it downthe sheet rock and

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have you ever had a a single thought paralyze you? Something that came to mind that was so powerful that you almost unconsciously stop everything else you were doing to focus on it? That happened to me today. I was listening to As Cities Burn and one lyric hit me and I havent been able to stop thinking about it.The song is called "Our World Is Grey" and the line goes "she's putting cuts on her

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lets give the world the finger, lets create beautiful art together. "art is not the world, art is in our hearts"surely this is trueso let us dance and singlet us show the beauty of G-d to everyone we meet.we'll paint this town not just red, but every color under the sun.so come with me,  We'll show the world how G-d's grace falls on everyonecome with mewe are flawed but made perfectborn into

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 I'm still exahausted, I stil miss my ex. I still have not had any time to deal with my emotions.

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Been listening to Godpseed You! Black Emperor a lot recently. my week still isnt over worked today. working tomorrow.

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I'm certainly the biggest asshole on the planet. Seriously.I had a dream two nights ago that me and luise were back together. I got me thru the day. I hate how much I miss her. I think I'm idealizing our relationship in my mind. whatever. fuck me. I have the feeling we'll be back together someday. mood currently summarized by the songs I miss you and down by Blink 182. I am so fucking teenager

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I love doing this, so here goes-Dear Luise, though you will never in a million years read this ever ever ever ever, I don't hate you, I still care about you. Why do you think I was there for your baptism? I broke things off in your best interest, You were simply not ready to be in a relationship, and I couldn't stand the thought of me being a panic attack trigger for you when we spent time

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I'll write back soon, I promise. I'm sorryI've been feeling so whacked out recently, a wise friend of mine suggested its probably lack of sleep and lots of coffee. The band I just joined forgot me today. sweet. New music that's good:Every Time I Die- New Junk Aesthetic Thrice- BeggarsBrand New- DaisyThe_Network- Bishop Kent ManningBands  I just got into:Godspeed! You Black EmperorArcade

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falling aparttogetherseperatedjoints and bonesturning to dustyour heartshatteringmy soulbrokenclutching chestspasmssolitudewalling myself offno want for interactionlet me alonebroken me, shattered youwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're falling apartwe're

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I'm walking down the road. I have twenty euros in my pocket a backpack on, and the intent to buy something. I put something on the ipod, music sets the mood for the walk, I put on something soft, some Ben Gibbard project I assume. I would sing out loud, but I can't hear myself, so I'm certain it would be out of key. I struggle with my thoughts, various people walk by and I consider the lives of

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I think I ended not going to Berlin for a million little reasons, all them incredibly important. So many things happened while i was here that couldn't/wouldn't have if I had gone.Parents of handicapped kids deserve a lot of respect, and take a pure joy in their kid's smallest accomplishments.I think I'll be a good parent one day.Would there have been an uproar in the Christian community if

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would any of my (two) writer friends have any interest in turning my any of the Adrifter's into a short story? I understand if you dont't have the time or are totally not interested. just a thought.

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1. pasti will never stop loving youonly till death did we partBut in my heart i carry younever aparti couldn't let you go if i triedand my soul keeps calling back to youmy heart died when I left that shipif i go back maybe i could bring it back to lifeunable to breathyou were the breath in my lungsunable to bleedyou were the blood in my veinssweeter than any honeymore beautiful than any staram i

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heres a new version I just pulled together, better quality, more editing. I'm more awake too.did either of you get the emails I sent?

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Got up too late, took the train to churchran powerpoint for worship/the sermonwatched my (ex?)girlfriend break down and cry (iseriouslywishiknewwhattodo) (isitwrongthatididnothing? I can't handle the weight of the world)left churchgrabbed a sodatook a train homegrabbed some foodate in the parkhung out in my roomhad bbqhung out till 12:45

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I want to be home, I want to see my friends. I want to make 7-11 and mickey d's sweet tea runs.I want to spend a ridiculous amount of time at morning star. I kind of want to cry.I just want to visit home. I don't want to fight everyday. I want to be able to joke around. I want to be able to crack  a joke and not have to explain it. I want to be loud while rocking out in the car with my friends. I

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I should read more, specifically my BibleI enjoy being the one dude in the house who likes pb&j and sweet tea.my natural reaction is to rebelI  have a kafka streak about my writing,  i have tons of blog posts and poems unfinished. one even stops half sentence.I'm feeling sick at the moment, this may or may not have to do with the piece of plastic I swallowed last week. I'm not too worried

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 First off, this will help things as i go along, I was born to an American dad and a German mom, and due to the laws of both countries, I have duel citizenship, which has been a huge blessing.    My parents were both part of a missionary organization called The Covenant Players, they still exist today and they travel by van all around the country and do Christian plays at any church, school,

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Seriously... fuck ...... I'm so sorry if I sound like an egotistical ass.Ok, I'm a nice guy, I get along with other people well. Most people I know, like me, as a person. It's a rare thing when people just don't.I bend over backwards for the people I care about. I worry about them a lot. All of them.Take my lovely girlfriend for example. Even before we were dating, I did my best to make sure she

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when you walk them home, barefoot, in the rain

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I am the floodI am the leviathanAnd I will swallow you wholeYou will be consumedCompletlyNo escapeThere will be no walls to hold me backMountains will crumble with my passingNo strongholds will protect youDestruction and rebirth in my wakeI am the unstoppable forceCities will lay in ruinAnd they will be rebuiltThey will be stronger for itI AM the LORD your GODThere is no point in runningI am the

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I have friends there. Awesome friends. They would like to start a band with me. Life would be more simple there. I love it here In germany, but I sometimes, I wish life was more simple. Things I worry about are: My girlfriend, my finances, my lack of a job , my relationship, etc.Things I would like to worry about:writing lyricswear the next venue isbeing able to hear everything in the

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There is no hope hereonly liarsShattered pulpitsyour stain glass window is covered in bloodWeight on the worldat the foot of a crucifixStatues dont move muchInject the morphine in the neck of your infantskeep them numbtheir cries are distracting half hearted prayersDo like how your hymnals are covered in vomit?dont break the silencedont have doubts and dont ask questionsThose dead eyesyour dead

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woe to him, who treats others lower than himselfsurely he is lower than the animalsfor even the wolves have respectwe are all a communityboth beast and manwhat we do echoes all aroundDesolate though the earth was, the LORD breather life into it.Who are we to make it desolate once more?This is what it means to be human,We must be faithful with what we were given!

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We will build bridgesFill gapsLet us forget the boundries that seperate usnotihng will hold us backI serve a G-d bigger than any culture or doctrinebreak down the wallsshatter the ropes bind ustear apart the chainsAnd we will build bridgesAnd we will build bridgesAnd we will build bridgesAnd we will build bridgesAnd we will build birdgesAnd we will build bridgesAnd we will build bridgesWe no

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Here it is beginning to end, I consider this to be my magnus opus.... so far anyway. I hope you enjoy itEntry 1: Brief and permanent.No, no, noI was just outsidejust outsideWhat could I have missed?What could I have missed?My lovedear lovePlease wake upjust wake upThis isn't really happeningThis isn't really happeningMy willpower goneleaning against a wall, her head in my lapI can't even cry.I

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Entry 5: Adrifteradrifteris this my callingso far out from homeI wish i was inside that ship These stars are my only companionsand they all look the sameIf ever I get homewill it truly be home?without you thereand all I hear, is the sound of you singing in my mindblink once you're hereblink twice you're goneMy mind starts quaver is my heart still beating?Is my blood still moving?Is my pulse still

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Entry 3: Space's crueltyWhat did I do to deserve this?Please, give me a signgive me some sort of ideahow will I ever make it home With a dead ship?Forget this forget youstill numbmy wavering spiritcould not bear another uphill battleso I must leave this gravehow can I bear to abandon her in space? a part of my heart died when I leftI will never get it back.This black abyss is cruel.Entry 4:

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like the sky before raincan no longer hold the waterSo is my love for you

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Entry 1: Brief and permanent.No, no, noI was just outsidejust outsideWhat could I have missed?What could I have missed?My lovedear lovePlease wake upjust wake upThis isn't really happeningThis isn't really happeningMy willpower goneleaning against a wall, her head in my lapI can't even cry.I stumble to the bridgeThough I fall, I feel no painmy head is spinningI wake up in my roomI don't remember

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Here it is from start to finish, I hope you like it.1-Running, Not Running to You, Running Away From You.I am a wanted manWanted for some greater purposethat feels thrust upon meI do not want this, I do not want youLeave me aloneWhere can I run? Away, Surely.I do not want to run to youI will live my own lifeOn my ownI awake from a dreamMen were shouting "Throw him overboard, Throw him overboard!"

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Purpose, Planning. Dragged from The Sea, Into New Life.not yet my childthough you are yet finished in this vast seayour time to join me is not now(sounds of the Adrifter coughing and gasping for air)The Storm, One for the Ages.Dear G-d this storm is ragingI know I must weather itbut keep me safeTo be rescued from the depths only to die in this maelstromis not your planI have no idea how to save

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This is the first poem i have done for this story lineData Log 6: Remembrances, Contemplations and Suffocation.I gaze out at the starlightTo think I would die surrounded by stars.....To feel you near me againI would give all the oxygen I have leftI feel this life is drainingdraining outI feel like I'm drowning in midairI heard tell onceThat the Hand of the Mightysaved a man from the depths of

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So, you may have noticed in my the word adrifter pop up here and there on facebook in a few lyrics etc. I have decided to make adrifter into the Adrifter, and he will a character representing hopelessness and redemption, though not the same person every time. Think of it as a title. (The Adrifter is the main character in the Jonah EP ) Along with this decision came with a new story and a new

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Blood/AbsolvedThis blood on my handsI've killed so many menI shot them downto watch as their life fadedAs I lie here on my deathbedI wonder if the Angel of Death finds any pleasure in the eventI feel the life slipping from my bodyDear Redeemer,Will you accept me now?Or have I waited too long?I spent too much time stealing life,to ever realize mine was fadingFadingFading outI see a figureHe stands

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I am a wanted manWanted for some greater purposethat feels thrust upon meI do not want this, I do not want youLeave me aloneWhere can I run? Away, Surely.I do not want to run to youI will live my own lifeOn my ownI awake from a dreamMen were shouting "Throw him overboard, Throw him overboard!"This means somethingso, I will run to the shoreLeaving all I know behindI will find a new lifeSomewhere

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The Joker: "Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds!"A few months ago, a good friend of mine resigned

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So He Did - "Jonah EP"1. Running, Running To You, Running Away From You.2. Sitting By The Sea (How Many Miles?)3. This Silent Ocean, This Brilliant Sunlight *(interlude) Not Now (How I was Near Death/Plans for Me Yet)4. A/Drifter5. The Storm, One for the Ages.6. Purpose, Planning. Dragged from The Sea, Into New Life.

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These waves have been my only companionfor daysbordering on insanitychoking on my own tonguesalt water is all i have to drink sun scorching my skinthis driftwood i cling tois all that is keeping me afloatI once thought my journey doneas I sank to the ocean floorbut G-d had something for me yetAs I look aroundi seenothing but wavesfor miles around meI cing to some hope of land though these waters

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is anyone there? does anyone love me?

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I dont like parties, in fact I avoid them as a rule, I dont like parties where I practically know no one, even more so, parties where I barely know the native language, more so even when Im still jet lagged.... enter Saturday night, It all went ok at the end, but still part of it was retarded. as I said, I dont like parties, never have never will. But more to the point, that is to say, my first 2

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A Million Crossroadsand we crylordsave us from ourselvesfor we are broken, beaten ,bruised and batteredon our own accountwe cry lorddeliver usfrom all that we've beenwe long for life renewedIn vainI chased a thousand different pathshoping to find the truthmy feet are bloody from runningmy legs cry from the abuseand as I satstaring a million crossroadsnot knowing which one to takethey all looked

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How many heartaches till I find that one?What is the meaning of our meeting?Was it all just coincidence,or was it just some sick joke played by the fates?I think there's a greater purpose here.G-d has a plan,or at least I need to think so.If not I think I'll go insane.Though its not too bad, I've been there before.Nice to visit, though I'd never live there.Let's get together sometime,we'll

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You wanna roll with me ? I wanna roll with you!You wanna rock with me? I wanna rock you too!You wanna roll with me ? I wanna roll with you!You wanna rock with me? I wanna rock you too!Hey everyonelook at me I'm rollin rollindown downtown townlookin so hotlookin so flythis town will never know what hit emthey'll have a hangover before I've even got thereI've partied harderthen anyone you've ever

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Your lack of conviction astounds meyou stand there in your suit and jacketlooking aroundadmiring how righteous you areBut really your soul is rotting from the inside outLive this life or dontI can not abide this any longernot in my housenot in this placeYou think you're fooling everyonebut I see through youyou are no betterthan a whitewashed death campclean on the surfacebut reeking of deathYou

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why are you so far away?

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"You're a leader, leaders lead, be careful where you lead your followers"- Bryn Gillette, to me, a few years ago.Why am I a leader?Why do people follow me?What does it mean to be a servant?What does it mean to lead?How am I supposed to lead people,If I'm so lost myself?Maybe I'm not lost. I don't know....Regardless, when I stay up way too late sometimes,I'll wish i had opiates,get pissed at

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I love how we as Christians make exceptions all the time. Yeah i mean the Bible says its a sin but I mean, I'm young right? I'l settle down when I'm older. I mean, I guess I should read my Bible, a little more than bi-monthly, but honestly, I'm a busy guy. I can't fit it into my busy schedule, I'll study the Bible by proxy, Back off. I mean I "know" Jesus should invade every part of my life, we

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I find I dwelt on 2008 so long i never thought about anything afterwords. At least not specifically anyway. I thought about my future career and family etc. but it was never specific. I thought about 2008 and graduating high school and so on. If I was told what my life was going to do back in 6th grade I would've never believed it. I left school after 10th grade, to go to Austria and work at a

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I'm drowning, drowning, in this seasome invisible hand shoving my head under waterevery time I try to catch a breath,my arms flailing, legs kickingattempting to tread watertreading water, this frozen, cold waterwater, treading water, this cold waterMy lungs fill up, I'm drowning now.I cant see your faceI cant even see my limbs for the darkness of the ocean floorcontent now with where I am.

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I have now been home roughly 2 weeks. My laundry from tour is still sitting in the laundry basket next to its former homes: my dakine backpack and jansport duffel bag. I got my drivers license, and really that's the only thing that I have done while home that I had been planning on. I was supposed to get coffee with 2 different girls, one I had met through some dating site, randomly shut off all

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i feel helpless and lost a bit. nothing else is happening. I'm somewhat confused as to the sudden shunning from that girl. Makes no real sense, from my end, I still pray for her and everyone else. Dont get me wrong, not heartbroken or crushed, just confused. anyways, whats going on in your life?

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So last night I dreamt that I was back at home. I saw Barabara at some meeting. She was badly bruised on her right side and it was implied in the dream she had been raped. She was horribly depressed and had gotten a tattoo (something I'm sure she'd never do) of a pair of scissors stabbing a heart on her right arm. I remeber thinking, I'm going to find this person and kill him. I was more angry

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met a chick, she seems pretty cool. so far anyways.

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I've seen the mountains of colorado, the canyon lands of utah, the deserts of arizona and new mexico. I've seen the grand canyon, and the mighty pacific. But I have yet to see anything as beautiful as you.

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I fell in love in the Autumn rain. It was cold, and there was a rare lull in the downpour that had dominated the weekend. I had decided to walk go out on the porch. It was cold so we stood together to keep warm, then....It happened, we were a couple.We tried to forget that we were going home the next morning. We tried to forget that we lived 2o miles apart, which felt as far away as the moon,

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I watched Jay Bakker in his six part miniseries today. I identified heavily, and also felt for him as He dealt with his Mother's impending death at the hands of that devilishly designed cancer that eats people from the inside out. I saw ow supportive his wife was. I want a girl who is on my level, that meets me perfectly where I am. That doesn't care about trivial school/teenage politics

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Today I spoke to a friend I hadn't spoken to in 2 years. He was used to the right wing me, instead of me now. He recently became a Quaker. Which is surprising, considering last time I knew anything he worshiped a stump in his back yard. Maybe G-d can bring him home yet.I think I'm moving to Germany for a while. I'd be getting an apartment, and learning how to lead the youth. I love getting to

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The Joker: "Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds!"A man I hold in high esteem resigned from his post today.

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this is newthis is oldthis is me breaking me freefrom scathing eyesand public thoughtthis is opinionhonest and rawthis is one man's search for G-dthis is one man's search for himselffor answersfor questionsfor the peace within himselffor Christ in the every daypast bullshitand phonypublic personasput onin an effortto fit inpast cliché'drecylcledunoriginalitythis is journalthis is free thoughtthis

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