Closer.

You get me closer to God
You can have my isolation; you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith; you can have my everything

Help me tear down my reason
Help me; it's your sex I can smell
Help me; you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

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I find myself with so many impure thoughts today... my mind has become a cocoon for destructive sexual images.... BUT, the ideas are POURING from my fingertips onto paper...









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