Topic: The Bough Breaks | |
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I took a chance i stepped out
All the mores the pity I believed the Lie that You spun In webs of gossamer hope I laid on the bed you so lovingly made With a comforter of dreams I slept the sleep you gave me This bough from which my cradle of falacy hangs I hear creaking as it gives way under the weight of reality All the while I'm falling Already knowing I shall shatter The question is can I pick me up again? |
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I took a chance i stepped out All the mores the pity I believed the Lie that You spun In webs of gossamer hope I laid on the bed you so lovingly made With a comforter of dreams I slept the sleep you gave me This bough from which my cradle of falacy hangs I hear creaking as it gives way under the weight of reality All the while I'm falling Already knowing I shall shatter The question is can I pick me up again? Yes Beautiful you can,, and with some Love from family and Friends to remind you just how strong you are ![]() |
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always. u r not alone. It may not be physically, but in spirit you have a lot of back up. I promise.
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