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Sep 2012
Troubles
My burden is heavy;
My soul, it tires,
As I'm forced to march
Through these hellfires.
How much I long
To let all go
And float to a heaven
I have yet to know
Sheeda
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Sheeda
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   --- and Kelsey
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