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My small eyes, my deaf ears, try to comprehend a minute part of His story.But I am only a small portion, in this infinitesimal galaxy of His raging gl..
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I am haunted by these things that consumed me once, not too long ago.Broken by imitations of joy, no not once only, twice three, four times before.Cyc..
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I live for your love
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You are my always and forever.
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Through the Seasons of life, you are my Spring
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Just a silly little rhyme to display my frustration with always being so emotional,
and wanting to share it with the world. Anyone else feel this wa..
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Never
do I feel more alone, than when in a crowded room. For there I am invisible,
with no one to care even to p..
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The rain drips down on an autumn mellow-scape.
Leaves of gold tinged with death, but so beautiful in their final hour.
In their pa..
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“Fragile like
glass,
piece by piece
shattering close.
The ground comforts me
picking up
thoughts,
the..
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Disparate thoughts segregate the mind
Ever worse the people who hold those thoughts
Why do we create lines and..
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