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If You Were Me What Would You Do? To You It's All Cut and Dried. I'd like You to Walk in My Shoes, Then Tell Me, You Haven't Died Inside. You Have No Way to Measure The Pain I Find Myself In, Or How Much More I Can Take, Or If You'd Lose or Win. So Take Your "Ifs" and "Maybe's" And Apply Them to Your Own Life. Your Answers Won't Work for Me, And they Stab Me like a Knife. Now, I Don't Mean to Hurt You, But You Need to Understand, You Are You and I Am Me, And We All Do What We Can. Now, You Can't Walk in My Shoes No More than I Can Yours, But Let's Try Our Very Best To Never Close Friendly Doors. Connie Moore 10 16 93

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