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Sep 2013
i have not found it yet
the light that shines over my head
from a far i know i have seen it
but my heart and soul is still wounded

i want to get out of this misery
that satiates the darkness within me
but where do i get strength?
where do i begin?

i trust the powerful,
i know i have hope
but my wounded soul is still
heavy with the untold
Thea Miralles
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Thea Miralles
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