WHAT was weak
snapped into piece
I sadly held onto
my broken soul…
My angel spoke
and said it so…
what is broken
becomes the steel
:: 01-27-2014 ::
WHAT was weak
snapped into piece
I sadly held onto
my broken soul…
My angel spoke
and said it so…
what is broken
becomes the steel
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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January 28th, 2014 at 1:57 am
so true. I love this.
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January 28th, 2014 at 2:00 am
We both know and understand. So we are kindred souls! ❤
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January 28th, 2014 at 2:16 pm
<333!
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January 29th, 2014 at 2:56 am
🙂
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