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Saturday, September 20, 2014

You raise me up to more than I can be :)

When I've tried to make..to build..
With my heart,
With my soul,
And every drop of blood which flows in my body
For the Other..

But everyone around me wish to destroy my baby.
The pain just rushes to my heart
And I break down

I must learn to gather my peices.
Console my bleeding heart.
Accept that it wasnt meant to be.

And make again.
Something new.




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