Poetry

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Night has fallen
Though the sun is still shining.
How did I get here,
And where are You?

On the day You died for me,
I run from You.
I spit in Your face.
I am no better than the onlookers
At the cross.
I mock You.
Hurt You.

I don't get it.
I can't understand.
How can You love me?
Most days I don't love me.
But You love me.
You.
Love.
Me.

I need that to be real to me.
I need to need You desperately.
Today.
You.
Died.
For me.
Me.

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