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May 2015
If I could paint you a picture of what you do for me,
Millions of miles away,
It'd be you on a mountain top standing so clean as a King
At the bottom of that mountain,
Crawling through mud and rock,
Scraped and bruised all over trying to get to the top,
To reveal my mangled and broken soul

But..

With every broken nail and pull up, another scar fades...
Amber M Deshields
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