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You gave birth to me in the month of October while my father peeked over your shoulder. You raised me with love and compassion always and I desire to follow in your ways. On a cool morning in June of 2004
As I watch the water flow from my hands a glance in the mirror reminds me that I'm still human & the heart must break to heal. Graphic and detailed memories Of a Broken Spirit. I've submitted to the
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