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What can we make of this- the brokenness in all of us, I crave your arms and your armor, your willingness to reach for and reject me. My God, how have I come to this? What have we done, Once when we were young somebody taught us love was a prize to be won. That notion that carved us will see us undone.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
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What can we make of this- the brokenness in all of us, I crave your arms and your armor, your willingness to reach for and reject me. My God, how have I come to this? What have we done, Once when we were young somebody taught us love was a prize to be won. That notion that carved us will see us undone.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
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