This is not by me but a good friend...
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Thoughts in My Room
Sometimes I sit alone in my room
Thinking about what I want to tell the world
But my message loses it's meaning
When i take a look at the messenger
Sometimes I sit alone in my room
Praying to God about things I need
But while my right brain talks to God
My left brain is deep in sleep
Sometimes I sit alone in my room
Reading the book of God's Holy promise
But as my eyes scan familiar stories
My heart has forgotten their meaning
By: Edward
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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