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Dear Celiac Disease, I forgive you. The pain you cause, The battles you create, The casualties that occur. All Forgiven
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
Hope Kept Afloat Through the streams of love we embark on new measures of existence To embrace the day wandering helpless as if nomadic decayed fragments take a back seat
"Where have all the warriors gone? So loyal So true So bold Where have all the fighters gone? So tired So deep So cold Where have all the soldiers gone? Their stories
To be set freefrom this guilt, I couldn't helpbut cry for you Every day and nightfor I couldn't save you From the clutches of Death.I only want that to be rewinded
I used to be a fan of bliss Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus I used to be a fan of it I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
Out of Grace God it’s been so long, I don’t know if you’re still there. God, I fell so hard, How could you still care?
I can't see a world with out you , But then again I can't see I'm blinded by your love, my insecurities.
So as I type what I did last night don't judge me Don't judge me because everyone sin and nobody’s perfect Talking about sin... that's what i committed
I met a guy on Janurary 21, 2011. Now he wasn't just any guy! He didn't use me or break my heart. In fact He found me, during the hardest time of my life. He didn't care how broken I was,
I love him, He loves me, But how could I be so dumb? Why can't I see? This is wrong, But it feels so right, To be in his arms And to hold me tight.
I am not who you say I am. I am who, I am, says I am. You say you know me, but in reality you don’t even know yourself. So wrapped up in that bottle, you forgot to ask for Jesus help.
My daughter, I created you perfectly the way you are Why are you trying to change that? I made you blonde, Not brunette, I gave you blue eyes, Not green
Watching the sunset And I began to feel empty, ... tortured and drained and even a bit of envy. Tears well in my eyes And I can no longer control these emotions that have been put on hold.