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I don’t think you understandI’m not here for popularityI just want to tell my storyno desire to leadbut I’ll cut myself openI’ll bleedand sit with you as blood brothers, bonded through pain until it scars over and you’re ready to fight again
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I am full of heart and hope and healing..I swear it. In me you would find a home. But, first, you must climb the impossible walls I didn’t want to build. They are lined, deliberately, with pieces of my shattered heart. This will keep out the weak.But, so very often, scare away the wanted. I
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when good would not find itself in the same room with you much less speak your name I still held you up as high as my arm could reach I still loved you just the same LL
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right where you left me but not with expectation no because people like you who so effortlessly come and go have shown me how easy it is to die waiting for the wrong person to come home the blood & the bones
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I closed my eyes and my fingers loosened You floated up like a helium balloon towards the sky like iccarus your wings could melt If you found yourself too close To the heat of the sun but I know that they are forged from metal and tears blood and dreams we cannot stand in the
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last nightin the greatest desperationas my heart sang the cadence of your name tear stains digging river beds into my solemn cheeks I knew I had reached the point of breaking and soI got down on my kneesand prayed to a GodI don’t even know if I believe inbegging the heavens pleading if he is
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an adornment the way your fingers lay sweetly and yet threateningly across the place where my neck meets my chest moving slowly up until I am reminded of desire’s roughest deeds and we will rise and fall like peaks and valleys as you slam into me taking my breath with your grip while simultaneously breathing
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One day, my end will come and sometimes I think that day is sooner than I expect it to be. And I hope that people will stand up and say most of all she was kind and she listened and she never judged. In a place where people don’t make time to read, she was
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there is always a daywhen it comes to thisand sothe history of violencepaves a pathfor men who quietly warned usthat they would rise upand follow it’s callingfeet plantedwithin the stepsof the giants before themknowing that the road to redemptionand it’s bloody intersection with evilultimately does not changeand even thoughthe face of the enemy doesobligationright and
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There was time when I thought love was always the inevitable victor … that it would knock down doors and stubborn fools in its way to finding a place to push into spaces closed to it. It would prevail even in the final hour. Even when the path is littered with land mines and broken
The Blood & The Bones 