Hunters Release it & B at peace with it, conscience is strained by holding on, get it out, get it on, with life, life too short to hoard past c this a letter of compassion, through the blood we R free, you are more that you allow yourself to B, so flap those wings like doves, rise above, unify forces in the name of love, breathe, & B blessed with the spirits breeze. Speak Life. Peace
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