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No matter how much one strugggles to tend to one's tree, some will just not bear fruit.  But the ones that do will be the sweetest of all of them.
The wall is there Looming tall and divine. Built from the bricks of adversity, Which bake in oven of pressure and worry. The wall is part of life.
In the midst of pain is when I seek you I want You in my life with everything I do
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