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December 8, 2009

Whilst the building stands tall, the foundations fail. Bright windows betray the truth of the matter. Occasionally the lights will break, but no worry comes.

Whilst the tree grows sound, the core is rotting. Green leaves betray the truth of the matter. Occasionally a branch will break, but no sap comes.

Whilst the body functions, the heart is dying. A broad smile betrays the truth of the matter. Occasionally my mind will break, but no tears come.

I can only hope that you are the builder I am looking for, the careful gardener, the one to help me heal.

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