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My grandma always told me the same story..
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I need the shriveling action of dying
to dry up my bleeding heart.
It hurts to look, but the sun is so pretty
alive in the sky thriving in space.
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The world-
Born again. The breath taken in
with the infants new sight.
Cold.
Dying- no borne
so cold, "Momma?"
They cry, loud and hard
cruel, ..
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I aspire to be something in somebody's eyes. Something they see as magnificent, perfect, beautiful, maybe even elegant. To only get better with time. ..
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I've been living alone drowned in my secrets
saving people from my black whole
covering up tears and cracks leaking from this hard chinking armor
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I'll be a wonder,
another world class wonder.
I'll stand on the ship and break way my hand
to the air from my lips
in my goodbye kiss
Singi..
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A note for the fein of Faith. He is here, He see's your soul and knows your sins, He is great and someday you'll know.
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To all the Angels
lost...out there.
I breathe, I hope, I wish, I cry
For someday you to find my life.
Take me tight, beneath your wing
To s..
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Hit me,bruises heal.Cut me,the bleeding stops.My heart still works with all it's cracks.My walls still stand with all their endless shakes.I still bre..
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A world full oflies and, pickled flies.
Trash on a sidewalk like a tear in an eye.
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