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Trying to get everything settled in my head, things are swirling around.
Catching every word and thought I have and try to put them on place.
But every time I have one thought the other slips away.
Running and circling, stumbling and falling.
Getting up again, all by myself.
But then I start to pray
And God makes,
the storm
still.
12-07-2011 om 18:36
geschreven door JaMe 
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