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Hello, mirror |
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So glad to see you my friend, it's been a while |
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Staring at the empty page before me |
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All the years of wreckage running through my head |
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Patterns of my life I thought had torn me |
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Revealing hurt for shame and deep lament |
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Overwhelming sorrow now absorbs me |
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As the pen begins to trace my darkest past |
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Signs throughout my life that should have warned me |
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Of all the wrongs I've done for which I must repent |
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I once thought it better to regret |
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Things that I have done, then haven't |
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Sometimes you've got to be wrong |
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Learn the hard way |
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Sometimes you've got to be strong |
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When you think it's too late |
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Staring at the finished page before me |
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All the damage now so clear and evident |
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Thinking 'bout the dreaded task in store for me |
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A bitter fear at the thought of my amends |
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Hoping that the step will help restore me |
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To face my past and ask for forgiveness |
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Cleaning up my dirty side of this un-swept street |
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Could this be the begin of the end |
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I once thought it better to regret |
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Things that I have done, then haven't |
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Sometimes you've got to be wrong |
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Learn the hard way |
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Just when you're through hanging on |
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You're saved |
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If we are painstaking about this phase of our development |
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We will be amazed before we are half way through |
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We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness |
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We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it |
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We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace |
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No matter how far down the scale we have gone |
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We will see how our experience can benefit others |
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That feeling of uselessness and self pity will disappear |
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We will lose interest in selfish things |
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And gain interest in our fellows |
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Self seeking will slip away |
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Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change |
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Fear of people and economic insecurity will leave us |
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We will intuitively know how to handle situations |
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Which used to baffle us, we will suddenly realize that |
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God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves |
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Misinterpreted promises, we think |
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Helping for any one's touch |
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For that to portray, I'm sure |
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You're only one |
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You're only as sick as your secrets |
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But the truth shall set you free |
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The truth is the truth |
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All you can do is live with it |
