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Jul 2015
I stumble
I fall
I've been through it all

I break
I bend
But I will always mend

And when the grips I held
Keep telling me no
When the doors are closed
And I don't know where to go

I will run to the mountains
Where I find my light
I will chase the sun
Reminding me what's bright

No it's not easy
And no it's not smooth
But there's something so breathtaking
About seeking the truth

And it's the process of healing
That's so worth the wait
And though you may be tested
The end result is great
Mary Neagle
Written by
Mary Neagle  Simsbury
(Simsbury)   
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   emma jane, --- and Cecil Miller
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