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Perfect Healing


The world was getting heavy As he lingered me a wink I knew that it was wrong But I didn’t stop to think You know innocence is precious My mom told me all along But I couldn’t stop the feelings because they all just seemed so strong Or maybe I was tired Of getting dragged along this path I no longer had the time, For doing all the math I wish that I could say I enjoyed that careless feeling But what I really needed Was not that kind of healing Now running on this path I stop and now I’m kneeling Praying that maybe one day I’ll find the perfect healing
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