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Moving on my thoughts and me. It's hard, so hard making it,       free and clear. The wave of darkness flows in and around my thoughts. I push it aside and for a moment it works. But like the ocean the wave always     comes           back. Yet, I keep trying. They say that if you do something over and over again, it becomes a habit. That habit becomes a part of you. Imagine me.... With the sea wall up Strong      Secure           Alive         ........Free Released from the darkness. Released from the pain. Released to what's clear. Released to the change.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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Moving on my thoughts and me. It's hard, so hard making it,       free and clear. The wave of darkness flows in and around my thoughts. I push it aside and for a moment it works. But like the ocean the wave always     comes           back. Yet, I keep trying. They say that if you do something over and over again, it becomes a habit. That habit becomes a part of you. Imagine me.... With the sea wall up Strong      Secure           Alive         ........Free Released from the darkness. Released from the pain. Released to what's clear. Released to the change.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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