Fuck my life,
My withered bones,
My beating heart,
Turns to stone.
I'm cold and dead,
You've dug my grave,
You chose to kill me,
Instead of save.
8/1/09
Withered Bones
Posted by D.A.L. at 10:58 PM
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About Me
- D.A.L.
- I'm just a girl with big dreams, big hopes, big plans. I love life and those who are in my life. I am so richly blessed by them. I want to: Live life to the fullest, to not hold back, to grow strong and close to the Lord, create great friendships, love unconditionally and in everything I do - to give God the glory. "LORD, You are my portion and my cup of blessing; You hold my future. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. I will praise the LORD who counsels me- even at night my conscience instructs me. I keep the LORD in mind always. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken." Psalm 16:5-8
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