September 9, 2010
By sydni GOLD, Boca Raton, Florida
sydni GOLD, Boca Raton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"I’m going to paraphrase Thoreau here… rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness… give me truth.” into the wild

The first to go was my own thought
The second was my heart
I had lost all that I was taught
You have torn me apart

You blew right through my chest
With every blow I grow weak
You assured me you were the best
With my mouth I can not speak

You took me from myself
I was yours to take
Please free me from yourself
For my own sake

Love is a battlefield
And it is tough to let go
When someone has you sealed
It is hard to grow

In to who you know you are
And who you’re supposed to be
So let your wounds scar
Open your eyes, you will see

This should not be a war
Or a battle to speak your mind
Your heart should not be sore
Just two hearts intertwined

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