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As I stand In the airport Baggage claim There comes A fog And I hear A female voice Am I going crazy Then I turn around A flight attendant was talking About letting go And finding joy in life My psychic Instinct Say she was one of the 9/11 Victims. I woke up in my room And with new goal To help me self.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
The angel
As I stand In the airport Baggage claim There comes A fog And I hear A female voice Am I going crazy Then I turn around A flight attendant was talking About letting go And finding joy in life My psychic Instinct Say she was one of the 9/11 Victims. I woke up in my room And with new goal To help me self.
The story of how I met my gardian angel.
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Toxicyeti
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29/F/Almonte
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
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