God help me stand.
God help me keep.
keep myself.
God let me not mourn my father's disgusting missed idea of me,
separate me from his incapable sight. his misses me everytime. i think he loathes me deep down, let this not sear me. let him not undo me. my good work, my good path.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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