It feels so good up to my skin.
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One more mile and it is sinking in.
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I have tried to make mine a tree.
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And not have so much of me.
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God has stolen my heart.
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So I will write it down.
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I consume myself with invisible things.
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Escape. Congradulations.
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This is my escape.
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A pen and book and if the world can see what I got
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and then lets all have a good look.
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A fortunate one.
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Sometimes It's Our Mistakes That Make For The Greatest Ideas
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| Norma Jean |
