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Weak
I was not aware how weak I was,
Till I felt your voice,
The reaction I had to you
As my new favorite song.
I had no choice
After you I was going
To bad if where I was headed
Was wrong.
How the minute my soul awakened
from a pit so far down
it be considered a ghost,
God need not help me then
for he knew I was long gone
already down on my knee's
decidin...
Monday 19th September 2016 6:47 am
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