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The Gift

I fell into the fires of hell, but I got pulled from that evil space, from a strong hand that uplifted my spirit from where it fell. I searched through that evil space, looking for meaning, of causes of each feeling. I was in a dimension with a very unfortunate, unhappy feeling. But blindly I was seeing, all around my humanness were many pleasures and multiple treasures. Through the foolishness that I present. I almost missed the gifts that I was sent, the gifts of talents that go up beyond all measure. A fool I was and a fool I am, in all end, finally the strong will revive and I am lucky that I will survive, in euphoric happiness, for I have found a friend and love will help me mend.

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