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Bueaty at it's finest.

The emptiness of a house, but the warmth of a family.

I am a sinner imperfect as they come my words taste like poison, I hate the things I've done. and I am a child,foolishat best The world is so..

Love a stranger, love your neigbor.

Changed life. Changed world.

A heart turned cold Once was warm Left all alone To weather the storm Crying a lonely tear Will love come my way I shake with fear Memories I ..

Your never to young for christmas.