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Not Too Late

July 18, 2016
By Julia49731 SILVER, Peoria, Arizona
Julia49731 SILVER, Peoria, Arizona
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I've watched the grass

turn into glass,

seen the sand melt into stone.

I see your cold heart 

and it tears me apart

worse than anything I've ever known.

 

And sometimes I think

we're on the brink, 

the line between free and fall.

But the tide's coming in

and you've chosen your sin,

you lost when you risked it all.

 

I wish you'd believed in something,

some light too tiny to see.

I wish you'd believed in something,

I wish you'd believed in me.  



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