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God please, teach me how to grow I got bad habits and good ideas Haphazard when near ideals Subpar, that's the default feel Thusfar I don't know what's real I imagined my friends hid hate I'd create what I thought they'd say Inundate me to altercate Is this really my fate? I told them that I'd change I molded to the pain Land lower than I aim It always ends the same I'm never getting saved