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As we lay, deep breathing, of a passion filled night.
I write when I'm sad, I write when I mad, I write when the sun shines, or pouring cats and dogs outside. I write when I have something to say, or nothing at all.
I guess I'm feeling some type of way. It’s the day after the next day. THE VERDICT; NOT INDICTED! Definitely it rocked this country.
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