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04/28/2026 14:58h
Pain trains an undisciplined mind. I will end yours if  you end mine. Little feet, little feet are playing Hopscotch among the landmines. Hope has worked miracles before. If  yours didn't, how can mine? I could have learned to welcome night, If only  you had been mine. How dare you put words in God's mouth, Shail? Why not. He put ashes in mine.