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We do things we know that can harm us, Ideas we foresee while sitting on the bus. Foreshadowed the future hoping it might change, At the end of december only Him can arrange.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
December's letter.
We do things we know that can harm us, Ideas we foresee while sitting on the bus. Foreshadowed the future hoping it might change, At the end of december only Him can arrange.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
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