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| Blinded wrapped in warmth i cannot even begin to describe i feel so complete like everything i've lived through every war i fought lost was worth it wrapped in a protection the kind i never had safe now from all the demons of the soul wrapped in your hold i hide myself away so in awe of the way i feel to ever think that all i am is a game to you ~erika boal |
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