My hands and knees are imprinted
Bruises only my eyes can see
Little words carried
By the strength of my imagination
The only part of me that is strong
I've outgrown my own skin
I tried it on yesterday
And detested the feel
The claw marks
Of my personal demon
Were ever present
I fell asleep holding my bible
In a cold, empty bed
Begging to have a solitary moment
Of peace my mind battles daily
I prayed not to be alone
But it was a will not mine
So I sat and read
Breaking myself apart
Seeking the beauty
God created in me
But there is so much
Black tar and bent feathers
I'll keep digging
To save my soul
Since my turn has finally come















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If you're not getting smarter then you're getting dumber
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Your eyes shouldn't always be open to see what lies ahead.
Please contact me for permission to use my work, don't just take it since they are my personal attributions and thoughts. I do use TinEye!!
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If you're not getting smarter then you're getting dumber
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Your eyes shouldn't always be open to see what lies ahead.
Please contact me for permission to use my work, don't just take it since they are my personal attributions and thoughts. I do use TinEye!!
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If you're not getting smarter then you're getting dumber
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Your eyes shouldn't always be open to see what lies ahead.
Please contact me for permission to use my work, don't just take it since they are my personal attributions and thoughts. I do use TinEye!!
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Your eyes shouldn't always be open to see what lies ahead.
Please contact me for permission to use my work, don't just take it since they are my personal attributions and thoughts. I do use TinEye!!
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Mmmmm, blueberry pie
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Your eyes shouldn't always be open to see what lies ahead.
Please contact me for permission to use my work, don't just take it since they are my personal attributions and thoughts. I do use TinEye!!
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