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Jan 2012
I really shouldn’t ever wonder or ask why
A bird with a broken wing simply can’t fly

Eight point star, you reap what you sow
It found me, this is all I really know

I only climbed up some, not out, not free
Darkness calls, “come back, falling is easy”

I want to heal, want to move beyond fear
Lost the me I was, if I scream will anyone hear

Watching it burn tore at me like a hot knife
Must be the consequence for my wasted life

Lonely for so long, emptiness so unending
No one sees, no one knows my thinking

Give up, give in, live a life of hating my sin
Look up, look within, live like today I will win

Help me, I know so clearly what I should choose
Help me, I know so clearly what I stand to loose
Dana Marie Bell
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