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“A dark night, cloudy sky. No moonlight. Your last try. Strength is gone. You're afraid. Bad mistakes have been made. Tears falling, sobbing sounds. Gone too far out of bounds. One more thing left to do. Only one left for you. Go to God, to Jesus. You know He forgives us. Believe it and confess. Repent for all that mess. He'll cleanse you, make you clean. Sketch you in a new scene. Hurry now. Don't you wait. Nothing to contemplate. Say goodbye to the night. Say hello to the light.”

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Shadows Over February

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