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Oct 2014
For a moment i was warm
and the world made sense
i could have laid there forever
and been done with all the rest
held captive but i'm no prisoner
god, grant me the strength reserved for the holiest of sinners
she said she'd help hold those words
that rested just above my head
lest i be crushed
under everything that i left unsaid
(against this even gods fight violently, in vain).
Anthem
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