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This bitter earth
I want to be more than I expected.
I want to only love when its the kind of love that makes my heart burn
I want to grip hard on the sails of my ship and take off for the foreign lands we've never known.
I loved you and it killed me.
-Thank God for his grace.
I gave you me, and you lost me.
-Thank God for his hand on me.
I was whole and I let you break me.
-Thank God he caught my pieces.
I was screaming out for help
-Thank God he heard my tears.
I cannot let you kill me again
You cannot have my all.
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Uploaded on Jan 12, 2012
She was made after the time of ribs and mud. By papal decree there were to be no more people born of the ground or from the marrow of bones.
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Uploaded on Jan 9, 2012
