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Fierce burning in my heart, Flames licking up the sides of my chest. Running up my throat. The smoke billows high around my head, Weaseling it's way between my ears Wrapping its winding tail around my mind.
We all stumble somewhere  scraped knees and bruises  bandaids and “get better” kisses we all grow older  resulting in it becoming our responsibility  to reach the bandaids in the bathroom
To ask of my Mentor, Is to ask quite a thing.  To ask of my Leader, Compels me to sing.   His power and glory Can't be known to the world.  His love and His kindness
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