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Dec 2014
I was wild once,

When the world was mine.

But, along the way...

Fear began to grow and I became who I've become.

For a while different potions tamed The Wild well...

Yet masking appearance does not heal the deepest wounds.

But, once the haze was lifted...and the spirit was freed to soar,

Enlightenment filled the darkness, and the wild was free once more.
Curing
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Curing  South Carolina
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