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Sep 2014
Crisis comes to many in society.
Strange that certain ones wants to be counselors.
Explaining, what they would do?
But until you're in those shoes.
You only blowing smoke.

I can't explain, why she didn't leave?
I can't explain,  why he might have cheated?
Or vice versa.

Many have jumped upon that comment train.
Where many loves to offer a suggestion?
But until you're under pressure.
You only talking.

I can't explain, why love hasn't conquer hate.
I can't explain, why people continue on making the save mistakes?
But if I could-you know I would.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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