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A piece of my soul got bloodied and bruised. I clean her up and say, “here have some painkillers, you will be alright”. Sun has come up, it is no longer night. So I put my soul aside, hoping she will be alright. I put on the my black glasses, I mentioned the sun, right? Off I go to face another day in my life.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
Piece of my soul
A piece of my soul got bloodied and bruised. I clean her up and say, “here have some painkillers, you will be alright”. Sun has come up, it is no longer night. So I put my soul aside, hoping she will be alright. I put on the my black glasses, I mentioned the sun, right? Off I go to face another day in my life.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
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