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I am a Mormon
I sat and stared at those french fries
A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke. Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke. That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
Fire erupting from the depths Calmed in your embrace Angel, your song entwined with my fingers
Born and raised in SLC I am a mormon and I try to see how you can sit there and judge me.
The days continue as they always have, But they aren't quite the same. A hole has opened in my chest To know that it will be a while till we meet again.