Saturday, September 5, 2009
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Take what you will, what you willAnd leave. Could you kill, could you kill meIf the world was on fireAnd nothing was left but hope or desireAnd take all that I could bring forth, is this hellOr am I on the floor over-desperate?Hold hands streaming of blood again?And then take full weight of meGuard my dreams, figure this out,It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell.Will you stay strong as you promised?Cause I'm stranded and bare.Meanness is washed up in all that I amIs God. Take this and all,Then grace takes me to a placeOf the father you never had:Ripping and breaking and tearing apart.
This is not heavenThis is my hell.
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12:03 PM
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