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Gift As I sit here and write the words you want to hear I can’t help but wonder what it is I’m fearing I write from my heart not from yours. What I have is a gift that only is chosen by me who will receive. If you choose to accept then remember it is to be cherished like any other. Words on paper combined with meaning are treasures of life. It may have been lived or lost but there is still an impression. My fear will pass, it always does. This is my gift to me. |
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