intertwined thoughts with yours
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stitched up wounds are open once again
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appreciation of my silence
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will be held no more
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so close to your desires
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but I will not encourage my blood
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to be spilled for indignity
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and I would cry but it would kill all that I know
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still utter deceit enters my flesh
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and I contemplate the end as I grasp for breath
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bearing bloody memories while kneeling
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down letting my insides pour out
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and my enraged memories won’t let me open
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these wounds anymore
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Family Values
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| Walls of Jericho |
