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Days.
Good days and bad days.


Somedays are a beautiful dream.
Some days are cold even when its warm out.
Some times I fear everyone doubts me.


I'll hate to be myself because I'm a mess.
Did the world forgot about me?


Somedays I'm alive.
I'll feel joy through every mundane spec.


I'll love the fact that I'm a mess but don't care.
I'll walk as if the world is an amusement park.


Somedays I hide.
Somedays I fight to be alright.
Somedays I lie to myself about myself.
Somedays I listen to those lies, knowing their lies.
Somedays I forget how to fight them.


Somedays I forget that the Lord saved me.
Somedays I forget that I am really special to Him.


I sit back and forget the truth.
Even though it quickly fixes me.


Everyday the enemy encircles me.
I forget to fight against him and find peace in the Lord.


This is today. This is everyday.


2 Corinthians 10:5 “Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;”