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Body
If my skin is a temple,
I will decorate the stones,
And build it up
With metal and bones.
If my heart is sacred,
Then break it into pieces,
Break it all up,
Until the beating ceases.
If words can never hurt me,
Than how come I’m lifeless,
Laying here gutted,
They will never confess.
I will decorate the stones,
And build it up
With metal and bones.
If my heart is sacred,
Then break it into pieces,
Break it all up,
Until the beating ceases.
If words can never hurt me,
Than how come I’m lifeless,
Laying here gutted,
They will never confess.
Published 5th Dec 2012
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5th Dec 2012 00:23am
You're so right. They will never confess and little by little we try to dig our way out of the pit they put us in. love this
5th Dec 2012 1:17am
