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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  the words i can't bring myself to say.
i can't say them.

take a hammer to my heart now and smash it to pieces please.

this black hole of complete utter emptiness is eating its way out from the depths of love.

i see you all the time in my head,
and it hurts.

and i never got to say goodbye.

did you know i loved you before you left?

i hope you can hear me,
i love you.
always and forever.
 


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