the city lights won't guide me home--so I'll follow the stars--
like lamp-posts in the sky, God lights their flame each and every night.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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the city lights won't guide me home--so I'll follow the stars--
like lamp-posts in the sky, God lights their flame each and every night.
