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Aug 2014
There's holes in my hell,
and the gates of my heaven are broke,
I've got one ounce of blood left to give,
I have a weak stomach,
Shaking bones,
and no hope to pray on.
But you're my saving grace as I lie on this death bed.
So save me away.
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo
Written by
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo  Indiana
(Indiana)   
298
   --- and Joseph Schneider
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