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Tick tock Tickety-Tickety tock My hair stands at end Ready to fall, a superior time to walk. Away from here And gone from this place That fills me with sadness And such disgrace. Will I ever know the reason behind The choices made, etched in stone? Can I be forever sorry Or just happiness eternally postponed? So, here I am in complete surrender of will I give up on self-sabotage and futility I kneel to pray for mercy and grace And for the gift of God's love, humility and grace.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
There's no home for you here.
Tick tock Tickety-Tickety tock My hair stands at end Ready to fall, a superior time to walk. Away from here And gone from this place That fills me with sadness And such disgrace. Will I ever know the reason behind The choices made, etched in stone? Can I be forever sorry Or just happiness eternally postponed? So, here I am in complete surrender of will I give up on self-sabotage and futility I kneel to pray for mercy and grace And for the gift of God's love, humility and grace.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
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