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Poetry

Today I ache,

I want to pull the covers over my head,

And lay here alone,

In silence,

Wallowing in pity,

Selfishly holding onto my pride,

I want to hide,

From my life,

My friends,

And my family,

I desire nothing but my own selfishness,

Today I know that You could use me,

But I can't see past what I want,

Really?

Truly?

Why would You want me?