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Feb 2014
Crowds of the
happy
successful
loved
and
        there
                     I
                           am.
There for myself
supporting myself
loving myself
I am my own shoulder to cry on
and person to turn to
Because after all
I
am
all
that
I
have
all that will not harm
all that will not leave
all that is permanent
and certainly
all that will remain.
Written by
SM  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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