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18 december 2013

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Stuck in quicksand
Because I could barely stand the thought of not having enough
Then I see a hand
and hear the words
life is tough
So I look up and i see an angel
But I'm not religious
So what is this?
I reach out for the hand and she pulls me with ease
I don't feel like I'm sinking anymore
And without thinking I express my love
Throw my arms out for a hug
And she takes me in with pleasure
I have finally found the treasure I been searching for
Feelings consuming me
pressure lifting off my heart
I was torn apart from the future and she brought me back to reality
I owe her everything
For showing me the light
taking my fear of the night away and reinforcing that things will be okay






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