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beautifulmess
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January 05, 2004, 07:20:08 PM »
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Rachel
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January 05, 2004, 07:46:42 PM »
I
really
like it. Sorry I can't put my finger on exactly why I do.
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Bound each to each by natural piety.
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GusX:
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January 05, 2004, 11:15:08 PM »
Take every line, line by line, and reword it .. . but chances are you will change very few things.. I think you might be much happier changing it yourself, due to the fact that none of us can accurately rethink what you have thunk / re thunk..
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beautifulmess
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January 17, 2004, 12:15:22 PM »
Redemption
The silence overwhelms me
I stare at the floor
Counting the scratches and whatever else I find
I question my motives
I analyze to death
I seek to somehow save my life
And with these nagging questions
I fall to my transgressions
And try to cover up what I don't want seen
But still these demons find me
They take and sacrifice me
And without a fight, I surrender to their scheme
Tired and broken, I finally speak
To anyone who might be near
Will I ever again know peace?
Can I find redemption here?
Beaten like a martyr
Wounds cover my flesh
And healing seems like such an empty cry
I try to readjust things
But still I count regrets
So many that I'm way too numb to try
In spite of these rules
I want a love that's good
And maybe my salvation will come there
But now I feel so distant
So cold and unrepentant
So I question mercy's power and just say it's not fair
Tired and broken, I finally speak
To anyone who might be near
Will I ever again know peace?
Can I find redemption here?
These memories of better days
They hold me to the ground
Kicking and screaming, I want a new day
I'm waiting for my turn to come around
Tired and broken, I finally speak
To anyone who might be near
Will I ever again know peace?
Can I find redemption here?
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