I question you and I question myself. A desired deal...
In this my soliloquy I cry for help!!!
Your confession room feels so distant and I still see you sitting next to me.
My Lord! pour me to you... As I were the holy wine...
Be my orator... speak what I have in me to people that I love...
I cant speak my mind to them... the distnace is killing me.
Be close to me, as I am in you.. and together we will find an ANSWER.
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