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Sep 2019
I miss church
But I woke up too late
And I dont know
If I can make it.

My heart hurts still
I don't know where to go
And I'm scared of the consequences.

I want peace
That truest peace
The bliss of the ages.

Will i make it to church?
I would druther see the color
In my best friend's hair
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
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