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The Purification Washing ones heart of their crimes Stripping the shame of ones soul Clearing the mind of it's evil thoughts Starting over in the hopes of becoming whole once more
I WAS A walking, breathing, living shadow Never standing out in a crowd Always behind her...second place  
Everyday he gave me a different colored rose-
Time passes us by the tide sweeps the sand aside one grain lost in the sands of time just a passing memory in people's minds what we are....lost in where we are. 
The world needs children the smile with missing teeth  the mouth full of food the arms dancing when you laughs
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