and somewhere in the ruble I exist where my heart lives like a fist beating my insides raw ’til I am bloody and lost in the injury of my truth betrayed by the brokenness of my own dreams that lay dying, caged by a pain and the darkest of thoughts that will not release me…
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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