After months of struggle
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
I feel like reintegrating society
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After months of struggle
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
I feel like reintegrating society
Would you want to be friends with someone who talks to you the way you talk about yourself? Be good to you...
I see her Little me Carried around Because of injury Frail and Pretty All smiles Oblivious to the unfairness Remembered for miles... I am...
Will we have the opportunity to need each other, really? Will we deliver on the promise of love, eternally? Will we remember the early...
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