once weak and frail maintaining tides weathering gales where faith resides glimmers of hope and letting go temporal lobe
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***** It's been years since you passed away. An odd fact that I forgot. That is, until one day, it appeared. Showing signs of wear, thankfully, no rot.
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I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
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I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
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