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May 2021
Spirits are everywhere, some play to close To what most call reality. The vale between this reality and there's is getting thinner. it's about to tear, when it does, we will rise up and stand strong. showing what's behind their walls has been built on the lies that have heart us all. Time will no longer hide their secrets. handing them all over to us bringย ย there time to its end. giveingย ย us ours back never to be stolen again!๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜
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Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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