save me from my need to speak and from words that hurt.
You know my voice and see that my heart longs to heal,
but oh how the tounge gets twisted.
You can judge fully and quickly with a punishment we deserve.
Pity my weakness to stay put, my laziness to camp in a bitter place.
My vacation in routine is over.
I must walk in today even if those around me hold tight to yesterday.
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