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Exhausted

"ain't that i don't love you no more. i'm just exhausted. and i'm tired of going there with you. i'm just exhausted. don't tell me that you don't feel it too." - Tyra B.

so when did we get here? explain to me how total bliss can come and be destroyed in a matter of seconds. you refuse to see the wrong and i just simply cant see the right. we stay in the same boat but you always seem to forget i can see you. this attack is coming from a the same person its always coming from. the enemy is always up to something. and some how he gets the best of us from time to time. its really sad. because we so educated but something happens and we get to ignorant.

im kind of tired of the same old same old. the apologies coming like they suppose to mean something. like they serve a purpose. cause in my mind they really don't. but i wont let that stop me from forgiving you. thats for purely personal reasons. i need my own forgiveness. so if i have to give me you can have it all. cause His is greater than mine.

so many times i have been so knocked down by love. but i place my feet on solid ground to experience your love so my face shall no longer touch the floor.

i'm ready for some new energy. the Word says that when you're strength becomes weak His becomes perfect. so i know i'm stronger than ever before right now. time works all things out. but his love last beyond realms of time. its so not okay now. but when i wake up it will over. my faith has grown stronger day by day. and nothing will make it go back down. for all i need is a mustard seed!

God is awesome. and for those who don't know him. Get to know him asap! if you tried everything but God try him out. He can do and be everything you need anybody on this Earth to be and do it a million times better. He never fails us even though we fail him. they call is agape love. and i'm chasing it until he comes to take me back home.

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