Stealing the Manuscript to Edit the Final Scene

Daddy, I'm sorry, I stole it again. Take this back. Take this back. Please, take it back. It'll never be how it's supposed to if I keep stealing it, but it's hard to control myself.. especially now, after I've been on this track for so long. It was a gift, a blessing that you made for me. But it ran it's course. And now I keep trying to steal it away, like it's my right. Please, take this back. Suck my heart dry if you have to. This is a great warmth that turns into a stab wound after moments of isolation. I want a warmth that fades and appears, each time appearing brighter. I want what you want. But most of all, I want us. I can't live without you, Daddy, and I know it puts distance on our relationship when I take what is not mine. I focus on these stolen things, obsess our them. Please, take them from me, and give them back to me if it is Your will. I don't want to steal them anymore. Give me self-control if this becomes a further issue. Fill me with You.. it is enough. It is more than enough. I don't want to be hurt again so soon. I know this is selfish, and forgive me.. it's just so hard. I know that it has to be. And I know that by stealing, I am only making it harder. There are no wrong ideas. Hah, I'm so beyond those words. I'm so beyond that girl who didn't want to leave, that girl who wanted that scent on her skin, that warmth surrounding her.. yet at the same time, I will always be her. Or will I? I am so confused about all of this, Daddy. Please take it away. Take it away and put it where it's supposed to be. Lay it to rest or give it new life. Most of the time, I see it as something that will have new life, new life where we stand in the center of it, new life where You direct every decision. But, perhaps not. I feel so on edge. If it is not with him, it is with no one.