It takes real courage to visit the past
sometimes. Even thinking about it is
stressful . . . and then, a walk down
memory lane. I recognize that it's
important to do so, to face the demons,
accept the resulting consequences and
pray for healing, one way or another.
I suppose part of the fear is owning up
to your own part in the happenings of
the past and pray, pray, pray that you
didn't fuck up as badly as you suspect
you did. Does forgiveness then follow?
am walking the path
praying for oblivion
cost of forgiveness
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