I wanted to believe I wasn't different at all.
I just love Jesus.
I believed I would fit in with all of the other Jesus lovers, and finally people would understand me.
This is not the case, I am a black sheep that lives a life of self righteous pride, because I am different. Weird. Misunderstood, mature, wise. Joan of Arc was different. She was a warrior she fought for her cause.
Oh thoughts within this heart of blood/Bring thither to thy wandering eye/A hope within my chest/Burns bright beneath the veil/A hidden purpose/My silent revolution/Look and see these thoughts of mine/Interpretation vain
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