Stuck at these crossroads,
Sick with disorientation,
My mind's about to expload,
Can't rid the frustration,
And now the rain is falling,
The sky looks aphotic,
I feel like something's calling,
Beyond eveything so chaotic,
Maybe the skies will clear soon,
And it won't rain on me so,
My heart now in ruins,
I can't take another blow,
With my insides split in two,
I wonder if I'll ever be fixed?
I just wish it all wasn't true,
That I'd let myself be tricked,
That horizon in the distance,
Looks so safe and secure,
But I need some assitance,
Because I'm feeling so unsure,
Don't think I'll ever reach it,
Or that I'll endure the downfall,
My mind has already quit,
Have I already given up so far?
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lust, greed, glutony, and sloth these are four of the seven deadly sins yet quiet a few people fill these emotions daily and over half of the people that do fill it give in.