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I was free writing soul searching. Just came up with this piece.
Diamonds Aren't So Delicate
By Susan Hartline Fouts
I wrote this piece in December 1994 when I was going through what I would call a nervous breakdown. My self esteem was at it's lowest and were it to go any lower I think it would have been death. I believe it was divinely inspired by God who could not and would not leave me in the mental state...
won't you be mine.