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Ride with me, let me tell you a story

of how I trailed on paths that were stony,

how I walked down the aisle of trees that were thorny,

how I got freed from being the devil's quarry.

Ride with me, let me tell you the story

of how I used to be lonely,

how I was as filthy as a rag, with nothing to tag as HOLY,

how silence was killing me slowly.

Ride with me, let me ring into your ears

the lesson life taught me.

The lesson of not being moved by what I feel and see,

of staying by myself even in difficult times,

the lessons still ring in my mind, more than a million times in a minute.

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Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.