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Jun 2015
Most days I find myself wishing I held the key to happiness.  But as I continue in my journey, I'm finding that there is no single key. Everyone's lock is different. Ones lock might be a grudge they've held on to for much too long, or a fear they aren't able to overcome.
except from a book I'll probably never finish
shannon stambaugh
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shannon stambaugh  ohio
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