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i wouldn't have me any other way. |
When pens bleed words on paper
It opens up your soul...
I was once broken, i know hard to believe
but really this smile it isnt me...
I could have never of been this brave or strong
Dont know if I could have last this long...
He holds me close, we dance, we kiss
I love him...
The word happy is used to often
Its meaning has been softened...
Put one foot in front of the other
Hold tight to the hand of another...
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You didn't find god, you just got sober. |
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"So funny story, my grandma on E-harrminy..." Curtious |
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Broken pieces fit back together. |