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Teary eyes, crocked lips Broken faith complementing crooked hips Factory of life they tell, wounded souls, whispers to hell Losing faith, into voids Body aches yet to avoid How this makes me stronger I ask making it bitter for every task my soul cries and pleads body is something it needs for if there is no strength in body to support what is the meaning of these milestones that I report I fear I’ll lose my existence no one will remember this soul in any co-incidence for again I plead for strength in this body Will power doesn’t seem enough for a crippled body.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
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Teary eyes, crocked lips Broken faith complementing crooked hips Factory of life they tell, wounded souls, whispers to hell Losing faith, into voids Body aches yet to avoid How this makes me stronger I ask making it bitter for every task my soul cries and pleads body is something it needs for if there is no strength in body to support what is the meaning of these milestones that I report I fear I’ll lose my existence no one will remember this soul in any co-incidence for again I plead for strength in this body Will power doesn’t seem enough for a crippled body.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
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