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Your absence is not my best remedy.  It doesn't help me, it doesn't make it unbelievable.  The aching assures me of your existence,  but memories are  fading as if we never happened, as if we never existed.  
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, turned water into wine Resurrected the dead, expelled evil spirits Giving undeserved grace for those that didn’t believe He died on the cross making the ultimately sacrifice
I started mending cuts, with bandages and peroxide. Now I am trained to save lives, watching closely sitting pool side.
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