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Jun 08, 2005 08:12

  I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,
   blinded by tears of pain and frustration.
   I call to you, GOD; all day I call.
    I wring my hands, I plead for help.
    Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
    Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
    Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
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hello lightningcrash June 9 2005, 03:50:04 UTC
hey...what's going on? call me sometime (and by sometime i mean as soon as you get the chance.

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