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Exit Points
A turn down the street,
a miss of a heart beat,
could be the last day
the last day
you breathe.
Exit points
we make with God
to leave this planet
Hopefully better off
than not.
Knowing we are
going to a place
Where we call home,
don’t worry ever
You won’t be alone.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 5,2011
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Christina Sunrise
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