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Through the depths of despair I remained gasping for air Fresh air, a fresh start A mended, wholesome forgiving heart You, a walking paradox, Me, collateral damage Maybe one day you’ll rid me of my baggage Until then, I’ll try to repair the wreckage
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
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Through the depths of despair I remained gasping for air Fresh air, a fresh start A mended, wholesome forgiving heart You, a walking paradox, Me, collateral damage Maybe one day you’ll rid me of my baggage Until then, I’ll try to repair the wreckage
#sad#closure#forgiveness#forgive#heart#pain
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
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