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Oct 2014
I need
my faith in life restored,
to know I can go on.
I've discovered who I am,
but fear has kept it hidden.
How will they treat me?
What will they say?
And perhaps more importantly,
will I ever want to take it all back?

*These questions and others plague me perpetually
Written by
Ryan  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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   its gonna make sense and ---
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