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Sep 2013
Happiness I thought I held in my hand the way my skin felt.
The emptiness of life fell away but I was believing a sort of lie.
The fish don't know they're in water and they life.
She pulled me out of the pond and my world grew.
In her hands I died and in her breath I was reborn.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
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