Musings
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
...and you grew up only as too long pain to tower immeasurably beyond my hearts capacity, no longer now can i give bith to you.Rilke's pieta
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...and you grew up only as too long pain to tower immeasurably beyond my hearts capacity, no longer now can i give bith to you.
Rilke's pieta
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