Only the wealthy can afford everything nice.
Happiness and the good life comes in an expensive price.
In reality, it's no one's fault that my life's not that way.
But I still shift the blame on those who made me exist anyway.
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Why can't I just be content?
Getting everything I want is my internal intent.
I wish my heart would stop yearning for more
Because if I don't achieve them, I don't want to live anymore.
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Why, my heart are you so shallow?
God's love suddenly feels too hard to swallow.
My selfishness and sorrow, please take it away!
So I can genuinely praise and worship you everyday.
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I question the plans you have for me
Just because I don't get them instantly.
I become more and more of a disappointment to you.
I pray instead that your better plans for me will come true.
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Do you still love me? I know that you do.
But it doesn't feel enough, which is sad but true.
All day long I wallow in misguided desires and self-pity.
If this drags on, will I even make it to thirty?
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Star Ashley Cruz
Mar. 9 2019
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