'Gifts'

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what a divine gift it is to be loved and i am quite the gift giver. wrapped in comfort, peace, happiness... i love you wholeheartedly going all in without a shadow of doubt.
Thought: The Garage    Serious questions,  What are you hiding, You may not believe it, But the world actually wants to know, Like, Have you ever spent too much time hiding something, 
He hurt and bled to save all souls. You can bleed to save lives. Endure brief pain for an awesome gain, One pint and many survive.
My grandmother made her home here early, Before the borders were walled, Before Laredo was a proper baario In the heat, she cared for seven children.   My grandmother felt prejudice quickly,
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