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Deticated to: My younger Sister Tessa



10-25-03





The world crashes down around me,



And the sin is on my tongue,



Suffocating me of all I am



But I am not sure I am a part of it



You cause me so much injury in a world



Laid upon the building blocks of pain



Salting my wounds along the way,



Your life is brittle



And you're breaking it



Im not sure what to do,



I can't help you



Go first and help yourself



I've got to write myself a brand new world





Without you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written during a writers conferance when we were given a certain amount of time to wright a poem about praise, I had to wright another because this one wasn't exactly "praisworthy"

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 12:12am
©20 February 2004 - 11:56pm — perception
23 February 2004 - 11:37pm — Danielle Blades (not verified)
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tori,this is an awesome poem even if it isnt praise!i understand how you feel on this one,but im tryin not to give up,cause God can still hopefully use me in her life!much love and affection to you,~Guinivere~