strangely blessed


My father said to me:
”Go follow your destiny”
And then he pushed me strong
“You must carry on”
And I wanna go, but I wanna wipe my baby tears away first

My heart dries of thirst in the desert of my chest
My tears are made of blessed blood
And if you wanna make me happy
Then don’t expect me to love you

Love me instead

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