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May 2013
I'm clinging to the cliff,
my fingers slowly slipping off the tiny crevice of truth.

False hope has pushed me over the edge,
and hypocrisy and propaganda is pulling me down.

into the burning flames fueled by the embers of hate.
Not even forgiveness, true hope, and kindness can save me now.
Zephyr
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Zephyr
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   Emily Tyler and Gary Muir
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