A little quiver whenever I breathe,
Scars on my heart that cut each heartbeat in half,
Chains around my neck like a promise I never chose to make,
Memories that won't fade even when I close my eyes...
My knees are getting tired of the cold hard ground.
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Author:
stingray (
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- Category: Spiritual
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