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Hot iron Steaming tuition Wrinkled self-esteem Door slam in the face of flattened suits on Mission Curse the piety and find another dress shirt. Crippling anxiety Inhale to break the stress the pressure Sweat stains rise and morality falls Break the silence on the nightstands Break the vows, break them all Look to the sky crying Wanting pleading Bargaining again slowly begging to find hope somewhere before the time of dying And there it was A whisper Not an earthquake or a firestorm No thunder claps in fact Just a whisper Gently in the wind it came through Speaking softly speaking slowly "I Am With You."
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
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Hot iron Steaming tuition Wrinkled self-esteem Door slam in the face of flattened suits on Mission Curse the piety and find another dress shirt. Crippling anxiety Inhale to break the stress the pressure Sweat stains rise and morality falls Break the silence on the nightstands Break the vows, break them all Look to the sky crying Wanting pleading Bargaining again slowly begging to find hope somewhere before the time of dying And there it was A whisper Not an earthquake or a firestorm No thunder claps in fact Just a whisper Gently in the wind it came through Speaking softly speaking slowly "I Am With You."
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
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