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My heart beats,
though it still hurts. My feet walk, though they still burn. My life is found, though it may be dark. My mind is brightened, though on it you remain. My tears are dried, though I still cry. I can now sleep, though dreamless I lie, My heart still hurts, but the pain is eased. thanks to my freinds, I am fighting this disease. By: Dustin Walter
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