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Opinions always will differ A bowl of arguments they stir Beliefs have always ruled our brains And they have been the cause of pain If one believes that he is good All those around will make a blur Upon his mind, his eyes, his soul They will create a deep, dark hole And in this hole a new world forms Filled with hurricanes and storms The sacred ashes of one's joy A small memento of their toy

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Date: 1/6/2016 12:56:00 PM
such a sweet write
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Val Sotnikova
Date: 2/4/2016 1:14:00 PM
thank you :)