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I pour out my soul, to you in this room
my fears, my worries, my pain. Your eyes are saying,"I know who you are." and that is really all that matters. I accept your gift of strength, as I offer my own communicated through looks, no words. I feel safe in this room where your courage creates an atmosphere and your understanding and peace surround me like an aura being perhaps the closest thing to true friendship that I have ever known.
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