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Sep 2019
I’m being born again

Born without flaws
Believing in nothing while
Believing in God

I’m being born again

Blessed anew
My parents aren’t there
But they’ve been here before too

I’m being born again

God forgive me, for
I’ve done nothing wrong
Except break my heart
And sever my neck
with the shards


I’m being born again

Made of glass
My soul is so see-through
Look closely, you just might see me
in the way You see everything around me.

My blue eyes daunted
My heart is so soft
My hands have been silenced
It’s eaten me up

But God forgive me,
I’m being born again.
The Willow
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