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Nov 7
She shivers when it's not cold
She closes her eyes when she's not tired

she could move if someone just pushed her,
she could cry if someone just talked to her

and she prays to God because no one else listens,

"Lord, help me. Forgive me for all of my sins, and I pray with each passing minute  
that i will get closer to you and your word."
Written by
kokoro  F
(F)   
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       Crow, Jeremy Betts and South by Southwest
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