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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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The Day I Forgave Myself
I Was A Wildfire Without A Name. Burned Every Carried No Shame. Left My Mother Crying On The Stairs. My Father Silent In His Prayers. I Walked With Anger In My Chest. A Broken Soul Who Called It Bless
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Whiskey On The Bible
Theres A Bible On My Table Pages Worn And Torn. Beside A Glass Of Whiskey From The Night I Swore Id Mourn. I Prayed With Trembling Hands Ive Cursed Beneathe My Breath. Sometimes Its Hard To Tell The D
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The Measure Of A Man
He Wakes Before The Daylight When The Stars Still Rule The Sky. Coffee Black His Boots Worn Down The Fire Still In His Eyes. The World Dont Pay Much Mind To Men Who Labor With Their Hands. But He Was
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Father To Son
My Father Walked The Fields At Dawn Boots Heavy With The Weight Of Years. And Every Lesson That He Taught Me Was Spoken Quiet Never Fiece. He Showed Me How To Mend A Fence. How Truth Is Worth More Tha