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| The callous soul is almost immune to it, too much damage, too much scar tissue, but even so ... there may be the ghost of a chance still | |
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| feelings are coming up, feelings long hidden, thought dead | |
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| Calm down there sparky, this is my epiphany you know | |
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| Maybe somehow we are all connected | |
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