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Apr 2014
There is no hope when I cant find
The line that divides time and sublime

All these thoughts within my mind
Have no control, like a man doing crime.

With no way to hide the pain
I have no way to ever gain,

Any sense of wonder in this land
I guess that's what it means to be a Bland.
This is about not knowing my heritage or genetic back round
Rachael Marie
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Rachael Marie  St.Cloud
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     Ann M Johnson
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