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Jun 19, 2006 23:43

I can do this
I know I don’t have to
Days like today you feel like you’re going to break
Is this pressure enough?
Is this test your ace in the hole?
Who do you remember when you say good-bye?
Is the mirror showing your soul?
Or have you gotten callused?
Looking square into your eyes, seeing the imperfection inside?
Grace is a killer
Don’t let them tell you otherwise
Its not some scenic detour from the truth
This is murder in the first degree
A pre-planned man-killing design
Sacrificed to split you open and make you His.
Beloved, you have changed; you’re hearts now beating…
You’ll see that for yourself
The moment you realize that now you’re alive.
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