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Apr 2016
I found faith standing next to ridicule
And hope standing next to despair
It was up to me to choose
But the power of my own weakness
Made me think of nothing but confusion
Yet without the possibility of belief
Or of doubt
How could I know the difference between life and death?
Mark Lecuona
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