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I fall, again and again
Each time I pull myself up
Each time I use a broken ladder.

Like blinders I excuse my actions
I blame the media, temptation and myself
I know what’s right, but choose wrong

Your arms never tire of holding me
You never turn me away
You pick me up, dust me off, then watch as I fall
Again

This cycle has become so familiar
The deed, the guilt, the denial

I put on a mask and act normal
Only you see the real me
The darkness, the hurt, the pride

Refine me, clean me, renew me
Help me break this cycle
Give me strength when I am lost

November 2005