My God, my God, please don’t forsake me. I confess that I feel so far from you; your voice is almost out of earshot.
I feel like I’m facing life all on my own–because I’ve chosen to do it my way. Are you listening? Do you hear? Will you answer?
I feel less than fully human, God. I don’t even want to be seen by others because of the words they speak and the thoughts they think…
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