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Mar 2014
Oh momma momma momma

How I am slipping away,
Lost from the path of my very own way
I am slipping on the idea of loving my father
and
I am slipping on the idea of being your son
but most of all
I am slipping on the idea of losing her faith in me

Now I have slipped to the bottom of the iceberg that is this cold world

Just know if I die today
I was never meant to stay,
Gone away to a land no religion can define
Into a world of my own divine.
Chris
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