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Sep 2015
The emptyness I feel inside destroys me.
I am unable to feel or to even be.
It's a sad thing to believe.. or to know.
But all I can do is question if I have a soul.
What has happened to who I once had been.
That person, I hguess, has been filled with so much sin.
janie
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janie  America
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   Joshua Helmuth and GaryFairy
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