The fragile, the broken,
we are. The bruised, the hurting, we are.
The lonely, the open, we are.
The rusted, the maliced, we are.
The stained, the pained, we are.
The hopeful, the honest, we are.
Crimson red, under blood shed, we are.
The forgiven, so it's written.
Let it be.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
The fragile, the broken,
we are. The bruised, the hurting, we are.
The lonely, the open, we are.
The rusted, the maliced, we are.
The stained, the pained, we are.
The hopeful, the honest, we are.
Crimson red, under blood shed, we are.
The forgiven, so it's written.
Let it be.
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