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It comes back with a vengeance when I least expect it. Last time I was able to survive but now I can't figure out how to feel alive. When it comes back it warps my heart and makes it harbor shame in every part. Then I think of you, how you loved me even through my misconception of my identity. This disease comes and goes but can't control my canter with the One who bought my soul.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
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It comes back with a vengeance when I least expect it. Last time I was able to survive but now I can't figure out how to feel alive. When it comes back it warps my heart and makes it harbor shame in every part. Then I think of you, how you loved me even through my misconception of my identity. This disease comes and goes but can't control my canter with the One who bought my soul.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
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