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My words are not so important
they serve to heal your ravaged soul, The longer your tortured thoughts lie dormant leaves less time here, to flourish and grow, So pen a poem Or sing a song Or simply state what's wrong, Open up to those who love you and let them help you find the light, I'll hold your hand and take you far away from your darkest night, So call a friend Or write a note Or simply choose to trust. *Forgiveness Begins At Home*
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