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Friday, January 11, 2013


You don't know forgiveness until you're lying on the floor with both your hands holding on to your insides & you are sure you're about to die.

Your chest thumps like giant drums vast heavy sounds, tribal chants. For a moment there it feels like the ants are in your ears tearing away at your heart,
then you hush...

A fighting spirit rises in your throat from a divine source whispering, you cannot be slave to pain..slave to the chains that somehow
made their way from the past locked your arms and refused
to let you breathe the only way you will live through
the night is if you just

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