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Feb 2013
How doth I run away again,
from my own mistakes?
In hinder myself over and over
despite the pain it takes.
Agony hath many faces;
I know this to be true.
Joy hath but one name--
the same that I call you.
Written by
Jane
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   Alice Baker and JM
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