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Jul 2020
And, as we grow,
While time passes through the glass,
May we always remember
That, with time, people change.
Of course, even if they don't,
May we always remember
That it's ourselves
That we hurt in the long run.
For one cannot forgive the past,
The odds of history repeating itself
Are inevitable.
And if one cannot forget the past,
They cannot hope to have a future.
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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