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By faith. . .

I called out, I fell to my knees, I buried my head in my hands, I thought about everything, I cried till i could cry no more, I wrote till there was not a blank piece of paper, I sang until the notes went flat, I played until my fingers bled, I suffered in silence, for nobody heard the cry of the weak, And now i have nothing, i am nothing and never will be.

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