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I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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