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Dec 2012
We all have parts of us that simply remain wounded, you see everyone in the world has a memory they regret, a love they forget, a scar they predict, a smile they fake. Its not a bad thing, it just means we all took a risk, no matter how high the bridge or how painful the fall, we all made the jump
The Habits of My Heart
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   --- and Refined in Flames
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