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Thursday, February 24, 2005
There is always hope, when people care, first the tortured soul must be bared. Mind, body and soul begin to heal, when the love from peoples heart's is real. It's not easy, the past to let go, the human mind plays it's own picture show. Ghosts appear from out of the past, hope helps you to know that they won't last. What do they do, these people I see? They do what they can to help me find me.
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