looking back, i see imperfections.
i don't want to feel that way tomorrow.
i want to live a new life.
how did i become like this?
passive, complacent?
please give me a reason to live, Lord.
please give me a reason to breathe.
please give me a reason to love
please give me a reason to live.
a reason.
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