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Sep 2016
By life you're altered,
bit by bit molded by fate's hand
and someday maybe tomorrow,
you'll come face to face with your own reflection
and you'll be surprised or terrified,
because the beast has conquered your angel
or
your angel has consumed your beast.
Life molded us into who we are
Cara May
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Cara May
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   Keith Wilson and Doug Potter
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