How can you have two and not the other?
You can’t.
Fool.
I see right through your sheep’s skin, and it doesn’t hurt me as much as it will hurt you.
A creep full of cowardice is your persona.
Do you remember the good days of old?
I do.
We can never get back on track if you are always derailing.
Relax into His arms; for He is your Father.
And mine.
I pray for you when you are in bed sleeping next to another.
Some may backbite, but I am for real.
Real as the back of your hand.
Light has many prisms just like our personalities. I can readjust.
I am happy that I didn’t write that song.
I am not her. I am not you.
Then, who am I?
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Rachel just wrote this for me. Thank you, ma'am, for everything.