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I swear I am not sad all the time. I am a really happy person, mostly..And, I do write about goodand love too but I keep a lot of that to myself for fear of ruining it.And, when it comes to writing,it’s the broken parts of me that cry out the loudest.. that end up…
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Dear God, it’s been so long since I have come to you like thisoverwhelmed..defeated.. uncertain…I want to pray for understandingfor a lighted path to something far from all of itto tell me why they are all the samewhy this world is burningwhy the good gets thrown awaywhy we live to be afraidand out of desperation…
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The thing about chaos is it makes you grow. At any level change, chaos, upheaval can bring you to the best things you’ve ever known. And the best things aren’t always easy. And neither are the best people. Nothing worth anything is always smooth sailing. The best people are the ones that force us to…
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it was more than love it was a way home the blood & the bones
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Beyond our mistakes And long after we make peace with regret Down the mountainside and through the river of tears I cried for you And the rocks you never brought me Out here in the valley where we choose what to hold onto and what to forget Where nothing else goes wrong that can’t be…
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It’s funny to think of what others pray for And how I simply pray to never fall in love again the blood & the bones
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It’s the chase I crave, I need. When I pull away .. .. and they follow. When I put distance between and they speed up to catch me. And I don’t want to make you believe that this is ok. But I know this about who I am and for better or for worse, I…
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they write about war i write about love it’s all the same the blood & the bones
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I never loved youBut I loved that a man like you thought you loved me A man they all wanted and I somehow had wanting meAt the time, lost in my own forest of longing and loneliness, this was a good enough reason to say it in returnAnd because you seemed to so desperately need…
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I wanted it But I didn’t want it all to be about their kind of love The soft, pink gooey hearts and gentle touches I wanted it to be full of fear and darkness and wild To be a thing of obsession and desire A possession he would die for if it came to it…
The Blood & The Bones 