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Oct 2010
this is my letter to God,
simple not fraud,
why is this the way it should be,
why can't this be easy for me...

I stare at the sunset-
thinking.......
why can't my binds be free...

stepping into the forest
there is a path withered, and torn
i no in my heart-
that is the one i shall take-
this is where you find the beauty
not the common way
where everyone strays
its the hard way, to build-
the strength for brighter days.....
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