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Sometimes there’s a long for silence. Not a word to be spoken. For the world around is way to load. The soul cries out for a dire need of peace before it’ll end up dazed numb and paralyzed. Take the lull moment it’s in arms reach. Embrace the night and hold it dear. Bow your head and bend your knees lift your hands and reveal what you feel. Even though GOD knows HE sees. HE wants to hear you declare it dear. HE wants that link with you. Take HIS hand HE will save you. But who am I, to tell you.. For deep down your soul already knew..
Late drives. Sleepless nights.

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