Love.
Heartbreak.
Love.
Heartbreak.
The same story
Occurred a million
(And one)
Times in just
One year.
I rise,
And fall.
Rise,
And fall.
I feel like
My heart is
Full
Of
Dust.
Did I get it
Broken
Too
Many
Times?
I love
Too easily.
I trust
Too much.
I forgive
Too quickly.
Just for
A moment
I feel
Alone.
Then I get
Up
Off
Of
The
Ground,
And I
Sing,
And laugh,
And just
Remember
Who I am.
I'm
Special.
God
Made
Me
That
Way.
I remember that
He
Loves me.
That's all
That I
Need.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Love.
Heartbreak.
Love.
Heartbreak.
The same story
Occurred a million
(And one)
Times in just
One year.
I rise,
And fall.
Rise,
And fall.
I feel like
My heart is
Full
Of
Dust.
Did I get it
Broken
Too
Many
Times?
I love
Too easily.
I trust
Too much.
I forgive
Too quickly.
Just for
A moment
I feel
Alone.
Then I get
Up
Off
Of
The
Ground,
And I
Sing,
And laugh,
And just
Remember
Who I am.
I'm
Special.
God
Made
Me
That
Way.
I remember that
He
Loves me.
That's all
That I
Need.
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