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Help Me

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
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dana-marie-bell
American
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Jan 12, 2012
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