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it hurts to know that my Temple is of another faith than you care for and it hurts to know that my Temple might be burned to the ground by your zealot hands but this fear and pain and sometimes rain can only last so long.

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mara-siegel

American

For You?

Written by

mara-siegel

American

Published: Dec 30, 2013
LinesWords: 846

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