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it bothers me.


Submitted:Jun 24, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Hope is real, i guess i have found my faith.

i'm focus now,no time to shine.

gold is invauable to me,the reapers hates this,the demons too.

my foot step are light,walking on air,or am i being carried along?

bright and sunny days are everlasting there no such thing as clouds.

something new awaits me i'm happy father has spoken.





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