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What's holding you back?

"You're neither friend nor foe. Though I can't seem to let you go. The one think I still know is that you're keeping me down." - Sara Bareilles

I really love that lyric from this beautiful song. It speaks so well to my situation. God has offered me the light to shine on this dark place. I took the flashlight instead of the anointing oil. Battery power doesn't deliver. The energizer bunny don't keep going on and on. Black holes don't absorb light. So cut off the flashlights and shine. It's a power outrage going down. I've been putting battery power in situations that call for oil. It's dripping. Now what's holding me back? Nothing!!

We meet in secret places. You never show your face but I can feel you.
Standing behind me waiting to introduce yourself. Curiosity causes me to
turn praying it's someone new. Someone else trying to catch my attention.
I'm disappointed once again. Head low body turning mouth open. But nothing
comes out. No how much I want you to go away or how you make my life hard
to live. You capture my thoughts both day and night. I change locks forgetting
you made the keys. What have you done to me? Why do you choose me?
The girl next to me is cuter with more confidence. This is dangerous. We made it
but we just don't match. You were never meant to be apart of me. But I let you in.
I confided in you. I made you the solution to all the problems. You didn't even have
the decency to comfort me in exchange for my loyalty and trust. Not even man enough
to act brave and fearless when I needed you. So yes I've changed. Yes this is the last
time. No more second chances. We can't do this again.

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