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Dec 2012
Sometimes I cry
When I cry I might look like I'm three years old.
Sometimes I fall
When I fall I might act clumsy like a two year old
Sometimes I whine
When I do I might seem like a baby nearly born

I'm not perfect an I prmose you that I will never be, I love my life the way it is. Not because it seems good but because it is the life God choose for me. I like it because it reminds me of reality and true feeling.
The voice
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The voice  Wisconsin
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   Timothy
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