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Grasp for good


I can’t tell you where this writing starts I can’t say how it builds in parts.

But the pain of being an honest man long precludes any written plans to make a stace with voice in hand of a pen scratching at this pad.

Difficulty is looking her direct in the eye and attempting to explain exactly why you did what you did like some sorrowful kid.

Be as real as you can or you shall never flower into a man nor can you realize true womanhood tripping on evil grasping for good.

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