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My heartfelt savior


In the lands of the sorrow and the vallys of the weak there is but one thing every man wishes to seek, even though the lowest of the lows bring us to our knees we soon begin to relize that even the hottest days have a gentle breeze. Time and time again i begin to hesitate on doing a service that could truely be my ultimate fate. Than suddenly like a planted seed the forest developes weed by weed. Engulfed in the forest im bound in and my patience is wearing thin. Out of strength and honor, my heart begins to ponder, in this forest i begin to wander. Looking about without any doubt the forest didnt let me take the sorry way out, for ive been let out by the sight of you someone who is something new. A being to stay true to through and through, ive found what every mans been looking for at the sight of you.

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