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    by sakeofmotionxxx on November 16, 2008
    Your words are rotting right through my skin
    I never wanted it to bring me this far
    I never wanted it to come this far
    I've still got time to hold my weary head

    Why do you insist on beating this in my head?
    Don't say things you can't begin to comprehend.
    I'll crush every insect that gets in our way.
    I'll tell you worlds only I could mean

    I've found this in myself
    So save your words; It's all I need
    Just take my hand and follow me
    We'll polant out feet in the ground
    and we'll grow roots like trees

    On my own, I've built us from the ground up
    From the cracks in the floor till we find a place to call home

    I found this in myself
    thought I cant win
    Keep speaking in louder fonts.
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