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"In Your Hand"
(started 5/26/00. finished 5/2/00) In the palm of your hand I came into this world. You held me And nursed me to life. I found my own rhythm, My own pattern; connection. And lived how I wanted to be. Then I went astray - Off on my own In a hard, difficult world. I made some bad choices, Screwed up my life. Now the damage Is irreversible. I'm hurting. Hold me. I just want to be again In the palm of your hand. ***** In a way, this has a literal meaning for me, since I was born 101 days premature, only weighing 1 lb 14 oz. I was in the hospital for months. There are pictures of me actually held in the palm of my parents' hands. But, also, things have happened in my life where I have a hard time in the religion department... So, its also about that.
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