infer lower court a wall with DACA while Mrs. Pelosi shares liberal concern i.e., morals with crossovers like her minority leader while McConnell gasps with Ross while Mathew is ninth circuit in Hot 'Lanta
Have you ever felt the lump The one in the back of your throat Choking back tears Have you ever felt the drop The one in your stomach Conjuring all your fears Have you ever felt the sting The one causing your eyes to overflow Messing with your head Have you ever thought That you aren’t good enough Have you ever broken down For absolutely no reason?
A trip down memory yesterday so I to go It's was to time and place that I only know a place In my mind Is to there I did go To place back In my youth, days where once as a child I did play In what seemed to me like endless sunny days Running and laughing through fields of green that led to the wood where Mother did take me for Sunday after dinner walks Memories that still lay so fresh In my mind back to a place and a time that only I know It was there I played as a child In what seemed to me like endless sunny day
Trip down memory lane back to my childhood days of what to me seemed always sunny
There is a storm outside The windows blew in The roof is lifting The foundation is shaking Inside I sit wondering will I make it Down comes the roof, it was carried away by the wind The glass from the windows has shattered The rain is blowing in Inside I sit wondering will I make it The foundation cracks, I can feel it shaking Inside I sit wondering will I make it Down comes all the walls It all fall down around me, everything every last drop Still I sit wondering will I make it I have shed my last tear and cried my last cry But still inside I sit wondering will I make it
It's a heart, the room Walls so close Feeling the veins, the spasm It had me in, lost all Let it win, to win it all, When it drops the life begins So play it to have it all, Make it beat to have it all
My heart is broken beyond repair I sit here in silence That feeling of despair It was my desision to self destruct But it doesnt matter now the volcanos about to erupt Misery and anger i hold onto wont go away Holding me down making me stay I dont belong in this place you call home Youre still gone even though i can hear you on the telephone
I cannot help this, yet feel incased;. Strand-like fabric; pattern, laced . Bound to weigh over the worn shoulders. . Even though; I’ve yet to understand;. Why it’s tempted. Like feeling what’s in a shotglass.
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“Will you call me, when you get there... ? And I miss your precious heart... ”