Sacred
I left it sit on the shelf
Thought I could do this all by myself
I'd take a step back then go back ten
Thought I could fight this battle with no armor and win
When I fell so deep
Felt like a rug pulled out underneath me
That's when I knew
All I needed was you
It opens me up to the truth
It draws me closer to you
How did I ever live without it
This book is so sacred
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