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God’s discipline I imagine the young girl with a Strawberry Short Cake suitcase dragging down the road They kept saying she’s out of control, even at six years old Dreams kept her heart knowing Belief destroyed by family Now she stands empty A belief destroyed by reality Her iniquity is the grand scheme Broken she began Now unwritten A dangerous grant God pretends to know her He wants mild, not cold Let’s be honest, she will always be out of hold She will always be an unknown soul This is the way she will always be told
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
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God’s discipline I imagine the young girl with a Strawberry Short Cake suitcase dragging down the road They kept saying she’s out of control, even at six years old Dreams kept her heart knowing Belief destroyed by family Now she stands empty A belief destroyed by reality Her iniquity is the grand scheme Broken she began Now unwritten A dangerous grant God pretends to know her He wants mild, not cold Let’s be honest, she will always be out of hold She will always be an unknown soul This is the way she will always be told
Karajean
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
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