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I'm all out of faith.

I'm fighting a losing battle
Within myself,
Holding on to a passion
That's losing it's fire,
All I've ever believed in,
All I've ever known,
Is biting back.

Then I see her
And it's all okay,
Your smile.  Breathtaking.
Your eyes.  Beautiful.
You.  Amazing.

You make it all better when things look bleak,
You make dreary days worth the hassle,
And give me that oh so cliche reason
To get out of bed in the morning.

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When I'm upset, I can't write very well, so don't hold this against me.

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  • alexandra.
    November 18, 2008
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    mmmkayyyy.
    So, you can't write well when you're upset, I don't see sadness, 'cause I can't see any bad writing...

    I love how you describe her, in adoration, but not all soppy.
    The only thing I'd muddle with is how you say
    "Then I see her
    And it's all okay,"
    But then go onto use "you"

    I guess I'm just being fussy.

    Love it&loveyou.
    xxx.

  • alexandra.
    November 18, 2008
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    Ah, so you must be happy.