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Peace I thought I found on solid ground, yet in my heart I am not sound.  My name entails and tells a tale Of a sorrowful one, journey without fail.   Deidre - she spoke, upon my birth
The journey comes, but does it stay along the narrow road we've paved? Among the parcels we've destroyed of memories we've once enjoyed? Too soon to tell, too late to change, come join me on this escapade.
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