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My love  You have come  Without words Tongue less in the night  You see me but I cant  I've been bestowed a couple of times but never by a  goddess  Your crippled hands stretch 
I am bittersweet, Bittersweet and scared. I am unable to let go Of all my fears. Interested in the journey, But very wary of the road, I'm worried by upcoming decisions
I have red lips from blood
Disability.  The lack of an ability.  A table with a missing leg.
The Cycle   Pain keeps us afloat. Pain keeps us sane. It allows us to feel something. Without pain, there is no love. Without love, there is no sacrifice.
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