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Dear God, May all the tears I cry, and all the tears I have not cried but hold within, pour forth into Your hands. Please take each painful thought and unhealed wound, and send angels here to me. I long for peace. Amen.

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Marianne Williamson
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: July 8
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Marianne Deborah Williamson
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