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Apr 2013
Sorrow  is  my  soul's  kitchen  right now. Fixing up a bitter  lunch and because  I  don't look like what  I've been through, friends and family don't  even  have  a  hunch.  Know  that  there's  a  lesson  to be learned  in  all  of  this.  I would  like to cast away what is stripped and bare, because  these  tears  slowly  falling down  my  face, don't  even  care.  Wish that it was possible to send up a kite  of  hope, against  cloudy  skies  of  naked  despair. Sorrow just  brought  his  little  brother  trouble  in , Lord   please  pull  this  misery choke hold off of  me, cause  you're  the  only   one who really cares.
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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