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Often she drifts, confused, in a painful disbelief, “Why?” She asks, tormented by grief, Would she ever know? Would she ever comprehend? Humble, eyes closed; she prays and reaches out her hands.

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doobie-shemer

For You?

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doobie-shemer

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Mar 8, 2015

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Notes: http://www.sproutedsoul.net
Tags: #love #inspiration #spirituality #mysticism

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