Cara
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Sister Relic

My DreamsOn this morning of mornings, I ask not to wake, for the pain overtakes me, and it's hurt I cannot shake, I remember your voice, no other in the world, it calmed me like a drug, the mother of pearl, I remember the words, sung not spoken, silver bells, shattered hells, a heart not broken, I remember the laugh, a joy from above, it caressed my rough skin, like the kiss of a dove, it brought me higher, to the skies above, and set me back down, a cloud full of love, I remember the tears, of the little girl inside, &nbMy Dreams
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'Loneliness is a strange gift.' - E.B. White
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'Loneliness is a strange gift.' - E.B. White
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~CryingCrimson: (cry-ing-crim-son) n. 1.) lazy slob that spends too much time on the internet. 2.) pedophile. 3.) obsessive ELRICEST fangirl 4.) smokes too much. 5.) addicted to blood. lots of blood.
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To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
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