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My words were once empty without thought or care. Now they run deeper my words are prayers.

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 3:35 AM UTC

mywords

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My words were once empty without thought or care. Now they run deeper my words are prayers.

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Sunflower Golden, radiant That's why it's named after the Sun Standing tall, with purpose Never alone It's joined by the others Together they grow Sometimes it seems sad Looking down in sorrow At times it forgets That it's still radiant and golden, Never alone I think I'm a sunflower

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC

mywords

I Think I'm A Sunflower

Sunflower Golden, radiant That's why it's named after the Sun Standing tall, with purpose Never alone It's joined by the others Together they grow Sometimes it seems sad Looking down in sorrow At times it forgets That it's still radiant and golden, Never alone I think I'm a sunflower

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we are still here, after all of it

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC

mywords

see us

we are still here, after all of it

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"This is yours", I am told. Brush in hand I feel the weight It's mine, that's what was said. The weight comes with emotions Many, not just one. Gripping it tightly I feel power responsibility excitement joy contentment peace ... fear. It might be too heavy. It is too heavy. Is it? Who knew a paintbrush could mean so much "This is yours." It's ringing in my ears. I look at the canvas and see something breathtaking It's beautiful and horrible all together. I want to cry, of gratitude but also of disgust. I've already painted This was me. Now I have the brush again Where do I begin What colors do I desire? What colors do I cover? What colors do I add? I dip the entire brush into the vibrant sunrise yellow "This is yours" Echoes in my heart.

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Sep 19, 2019

Sep 19, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

mywords

the canvas

"This is yours", I am told. Brush in hand I feel the weight It's mine, that's what was said. The weight comes with emotions Many, not just one. Gripping it tightly I feel power responsibility excitement joy contentment peace ... fear. It might be too heavy. It is too heavy. Is it? Who knew a paintbrush could mean so much "This is yours." It's ringing in my ears. I look at the canvas and see something breathtaking It's beautiful and horrible all together. I want to cry, of gratitude but also of disgust. I've already painted This was me. Now I have the brush again Where do I begin What colors do I desire? What colors do I cover? What colors do I add? I dip the entire brush into the vibrant sunrise yellow "This is yours" Echoes in my heart.

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Look at the picture smiles and wide eyes you may hear the laughing but I don't See us in the car singing and screaming you can barely hear yourself thinking but that's all I hear Is this what it's like? Is this how it's supposed to be? You see me alone Silent and waiting but all I can hear is the singing and laughing

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC

mywords

waiting

Look at the picture smiles and wide eyes you may hear the laughing but I don't See us in the car singing and screaming you can barely hear yourself thinking but that's all I hear Is this what it's like? Is this how it's supposed to be? You see me alone Silent and waiting but all I can hear is the singing and laughing

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waiting looking falling crawling standing searching running walking gasping sobbing dragging dropping pausing....... thinking and then repeating waiting looking falling crawling

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC

mywords

lost cycle

waiting looking falling crawling standing searching running walking gasping sobbing dragging dropping pausing....... thinking and then repeating waiting looking falling crawling

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I am not quiet Yet somehow I’m quieted I’m hardly alone Yet somehow I’m lonely I have so much Yet somehow feel empty Im falling Then sighing Crumbling Then crying I’m left to myself Struggling to breathe But there is another Who sits there beside me I whisper softly Yet somehow He hears me I kneel alone Yet somehow He’s with me At first I feel hollow Yet somehow He fills me Even when I don’t ask he’s still there to save me I am imperfect And yet, He still loves me

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Sep 5, 2019

Sep 5, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC

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There Is Another

I am not quiet Yet somehow I’m quieted I’m hardly alone Yet somehow I’m lonely I have so much Yet somehow feel empty Im falling Then sighing Crumbling Then crying I’m left to myself Struggling to breathe But there is another Who sits there beside me I whisper softly Yet somehow He hears me I kneel alone Yet somehow He’s with me At first I feel hollow Yet somehow He fills me Even when I don’t ask he’s still there to save me I am imperfect And yet, He still loves me

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