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Dear friends, family and anyone else this letter reaches,
Just Playing the Cards I’m Dealt All my troubles I used to blame on God. From His actions I thought they came. It was He laid the path I trod,
Darling, Just Hear Me Out! I know there’ve been times, like a puppy, I’m under your heels. My repeated running on is what you cannot stand.
For the record, I am myself. Even in the dark with no mirrors, no clues, I am myself. I am not the feeling