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Trauma brings Growth


     In a world, larger then life, walks many experiences and paths meant to be crossed. Every second of every day will play out due to the choices made years ago.

Eagles and crows, in the constant battle of good and evil.. Morals and values become twisted in the jumble of a society where what’s owned defines, no importance the real values of a human being.

Eagles and crows, riches and greed has no place for the eagles heart for it sores higher and stronger ripping threw the darkness shining light and hope on the broken weary lost souls… Truth is ike sun, cant be contained.

Eagles and crows, I lost you I love you your warmth forever young you stay for as trauma brings growth. new experiences for as you are soring higher then ever protecting me.. 

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