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Make it known that you care, so they can never say you didn't... Apparition in the way I move. Apparition in the way they can't see me - most definately. If this God were real, he'd be locked up in the asylum with your brother. I'll turn on all the switches in the church, but I don't see any light. I'd rather of not experienced it, as not to want to experience something like that again. You know that's a lie.
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