I heard the voice calling me home, my heart jumped to follow but I being selfish looked the other way and left that path for selfish thoughts of momentary pleasures. what I did not relies was the further I went that the soles of my shoos where being shredded but. soon the thorns pierced my soul bleeding and with shaking hands and wounded heart I would one by one poll the thorns out only to find the poison they have lift numbing my soul with pain. I craved to be home. I wanted to be home, but found the pain of my past would keep me from home. I would cry for help. I could no longer hear the voice anymore, but yet those who loved me could still touch my hand and give me settle relief for a time. But, only I could decide to stop the poison from spreading and only one could draw the poison from me, yet, he was home, and only I could call him, yet my proud soul would not call or take the steps toward him for I had fallen. and my heart cried for my fallen state.
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