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Always a comfort when your words come through
a medium of impartial noise, yet loving too
A dream of fear, and a hatred of self
but a hand from no where lifts me out
Just checking the mail, no expectations left
dimmed eyes and red from losses of the dead
yet here and there an encouraging note
motivates me to continue, keep this life afloat

Last updated: 2015-1-30

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