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Nov 2013
There will be a time.
When I look in the mirror, I see myself.
Hurts.
Scars.
Wounds.
Pains.
Bruises.
Trials.
I will survive.
From the things that could have killed me.

But not today.
Written by
CYN  Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.
(Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.)   
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