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Apr 2015
Is it really that hard to confess your true feelings to someone?
Is it really?

Why? Why is it called confessing?
Is it a sin for me to say what the heart could not?

My heart, ripping away through my rib cage so that it could
say what my mouth could not

My heart, rampaging inside my head
the chaotic battle between my heart and mind...

words left unspoken
tears left hanging
feelings left unchecked

If loving you is a sin, I'd sin forever
If you're going to be the death of me, that's how I want to go
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Unknown  In the ruins of the heart
(In the ruins of the heart)   
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   Cecil Miller
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