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Created on: July 24, 2010
We are not perfect you and me not even the person walking next to me. We look and see our faults by day would you have it any other way? We try so hard to fix the broken but what do we get get back not even a token. The open hearted the foolish game trying to get that one second of fame. Why do we put our selfs through... these rifts maybe it's one of God's great gifts.
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