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Confused minds often run and dance across shaky grounds made of broken promises that fail to provide sturdy foundations.  To the left of them, to the right of them they stride towards bright but not a honest  person in sight that can tell them what really is right or what's true because noone ever seems to pull through.  Let down after let down, dissapointments that overlap, enough to make you feel like you're in  trap. Draped in emptiness, muffled by fear, puzzled by the messages they send...

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