the fear of never falling in love and the tears after losing the feelings of what you thought love was like the dirt is still under the rug the bad chacteristicks im covered in criests blood. i no the joy of birth but i suffer by the pain of growing up and i cant find the place of me giving my all but only findin the place of me giving up the highs and lows. some ppl are out in the rain but im alive in the storm lost in this world of sin. ive fallen to the floor pleading and begging for the lord to let me out of the strom and into hevens door. ive cryed and shead so many tears.
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