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As I lay on my bed with a cool fan blowing, I can almost see darkness, neither hands are showing. As I lay on my bed, I feel all of my worries flowing from my head to my feet and beyond my cotton sheets.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
Beyond the Strife
As I lay on my bed with a cool fan blowing, I can almost see darkness, neither hands are showing. As I lay on my bed, I feel all of my worries flowing from my head to my feet and beyond my cotton sheets.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
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