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May 2024
My faith is mine
And mine alone.

This hope,
You cannot take away.

I’ll be drained
Of each drop of blood,
You’ll drag my name
Through the cherry-stained mud,
But my soul, my soul, my soul
Is saved.

My soul, my soul,
Is saved.
Written by
Malia  17/F/Stuck in my home :p
(17/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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