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May 2018
He let me sing
Songs on end
For moments that felt as if they would never end
Through my belting
and maybe a few tears
He understood my suffering
And in his silence
I knew he had a plan to me
I hope in this next chorus I can rest my hand upon your aching heart- and we can heal together with his melody.
Written by
Mya  26/F/Wherever Souls Wander
(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)   
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