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there are many ways and plenty of days through out time in life; I have walked about lived through many droughts only to see misery all around me, its a mystery, after all this suffering, that conspicuous flower, it does indeed blossom, I stand at the end of my road, yet I dare say, this is my beginning..
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
After all This Suffering
there are many ways and plenty of days through out time in life; I have walked about lived through many droughts only to see misery all around me, its a mystery, after all this suffering, that conspicuous flower, it does indeed blossom, I stand at the end of my road, yet I dare say, this is my beginning..
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
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