savinggrace

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And I wrote these thoughts down in my head Where they would never be spoken of again Until the findings of a fragile mind erupt in time And space, gathering the courage to be
the irk of tumoil tosses me: a hell bound angel or a demon bound for heaven. unsure at times of which is which, a breath away from saving grace- lost in the scuttling winds of time,
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