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I may've been a part of everything I've ever done But out of all the messes I regret but only one I searched myself on purpose just to question what I knew And found that in forgiveness I am truly made anew I've let You seal the corners of the letters I have writ Without a doubt I give You my uncertainty to smit I care not for the burden I have cast upon my head For I believe I'll carry only what You deem undead Position me to stumble and I'll fall the way I should Be overwhelmed with gladness at the mercy of the good I can't remember being anybody else's clay You've molded me completely into who I am today So here's to every future I could ever hope to have While walking in this body til another comes to pass I hope that You'll prepare it for the second, third and fourth However long it's meant to tread the soil of the earth
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Dear
I may've been a part of everything I've ever done But out of all the messes I regret but only one I searched myself on purpose just to question what I knew And found that in forgiveness I am truly made anew I've let You seal the corners of the letters I have writ Without a doubt I give You my uncertainty to smit I care not for the burden I have cast upon my head For I believe I'll carry only what You deem undead Position me to stumble and I'll fall the way I should Be overwhelmed with gladness at the mercy of the good I can't remember being anybody else's clay You've molded me completely into who I am today So here's to every future I could ever hope to have While walking in this body til another comes to pass I hope that You'll prepare it for the second, third and fourth However long it's meant to tread the soil of the earth
olga-valerevna
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Ukrainian
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
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