I'm going for my maths paper 1 now.
When I stand before the King, what will I say?
Will I even be before Him?
The memories of old come back to haunt my dreams. Bringing me to a perverted fantasy of my own creation.
For whatever reason I do not know, but perhaps I shouldn't be created.
I'd not have known Him, and I wouldn;t have to face the many things that I face today.
I've never truly knew a love such as this.
I can't even love myself.