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I went through the motions thinking the actions would take back all the sorrow I have been born into. Now I find I am setting myself up for failure before I even attempt to try, acknowledging this… A heart ruptured in mind. Bones still stand, but a pain from the core remains when The truth is before me and eyes hold me back when seeking out perspective. A fear that cannot be grasped when facing the imprisonment of what we choose to believe, And he dreams of my salvation-- Coming up to the altar and breaking open my ribs to give my heart to the Lord. I thought it sounded great when I was younger.
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Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
His Religion, My Restraint
I went through the motions thinking the actions would take back all the sorrow I have been born into. Now I find I am setting myself up for failure before I even attempt to try, acknowledging this… A heart ruptured in mind. Bones still stand, but a pain from the core remains when The truth is before me and eyes hold me back when seeking out perspective. A fear that cannot be grasped when facing the imprisonment of what we choose to believe, And he dreams of my salvation-- Coming up to the altar and breaking open my ribs to give my heart to the Lord. I thought it sounded great when I was younger.
kirsten-autra
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Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
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