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Sep 2014
I hope I'm not a savior to you, my arms are sore from crosses and I'm not going on another
******* don't even need saving
You are not a savior to me, I'm too old to be saved, because I think I may have saved myself
You are not the sun, you can't  expel all the darkness, because I'm not scared of the dark anymore
You are stronger than me and I'm fine with that
I won't carry your crosses for you, but I will help you walk your dogs
Your kisses won't  rescue me, but you will make me laugh after a long day
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
(Newark)   
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   Jack Gladstone
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