behind the shame a cold logic grows.
You teach me to recognize the absence of sincerity..
no relevance in expectation woes.
You teach me the detremental affect of ones attitude..
the size of held faith comprable to a grain of sand.
You teach me the security in solitude..
safer is the heart in thy own hand.




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The world is my playground and God is the person I step on.
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The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Thank you for the fave.
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~Don't mind the horns, they just hold up the halo...
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