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884 · Nov 2012
Purpose & Havoc
Hannah Fallert Nov 2012
My lost soul bleeds, and reeks havoc as I walk through this world as if I’m a savage covered up by a mask made up of bad habits- ******.  I know I can’t live life to the fullest life will never be lavish unless this **** surpasses.  Wheres the devil so I can stab him, release these bitter truths like a rabbit from my hat- as fast as magic.  Forget these standards of being the best, nothing less than above average, yes it’s a ***** to understand it.  Don’t grow weak, grow where your planted erase world made labels being only an addict, has-been, ****, or a ******.  There is more to life and you can have it, its closer than you think you can even grab it.  Wipe off the blood and sweat you let out from all this nonsense, you don’t have to tolerate let alone follow it as if its all you have.  Forget it and don’t listen to any more *******,  jump on your horse and ride it toward the sunset know that in this new life your gonna never have regret so push ahead in the right direction.  Carrying your soul out of havoc  take a deep breath in.  Find relief as you look out beyond the open seas giving you a reason to dream, a purpose to seek,  ability to finally fall deep asleep and awake the next day ready to make your own way, look up to the Lord with thanks, bow your head and pray.

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