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Apr 2012
We base our truth in fear.
We fear what we can’t see.
The absence of proof doesn’t prove much,
because you can’t see me.
Does that mean I don’t exist?
Do my words cease and desist?
Just because you see footsteps in the sand,
does that mean there walks a dead man?
Faith is our greatest treasure and regret.
Base your truth on what believe because you ain’t see nothing ye
Written by
Kiara McNeil  122/F/usa.
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