Psalm 22

Since you’ve been gone,

I’m such a mess.

Without you, God,

all the colors are less.

Pigeons shit on my head.

I might as well be dead.

But I still love you,

even though you’ve left me blue.

I’ll always be true.

Please don’t say we’re through.

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