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I am listening to the song again. I told my husband I wouldn’t. But, I feel like it is my flesh. I feel guilty. I feel like I’m doing something wrong. But, I just need this song.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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