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Nov 2014
I walk a mile barefoot on hot coals to share one smile with those
crying: I take a tear seriously, feel it as it is my own,
I take their burdens on, personally.
To empathize relate with a downtrodden Sot
to feed one bowl to a worried mind
of new horizons, is my destiny.
I get high!
One smile is way more better
than all the dope I smoked.
All the alcohol.
wordvango
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