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Take a look around, leaves some exciting comments and enjoy the community.
From here out you will be directly plugged into the action, minute by minute, play by play as you follow Aid the Children.
We can't express how much your support means to us...maybe in a song? Lol maybe next time, yeah?
Enjoy!

Are we simply an accident; a random phenomenon speeding through space on a course to nowhere as we meanwhile lead nowhere specific lives? Or could it be that there is truly purpose and worth to our sights and sounds?
We can dig deep into our minds while digging deep with our eyes.
Unspeakable, profound sights surround us. Can we let them soak in below the surface of absolute proof to the beating heart within us all?
We can dig deep into our minds while digging deep with our eyes.
Unspeakable, profound sights surround us. Can we let them soak in below the surface of absolute proof to the beating heart within us all?

THE BOX
There is a box - we all have one. It's that place where we go to hide away from the world.
Some of us visit the box periodically, some of us live there, recognizing it as our home.
My box was home for me. In my mind it kept me safe from the outside world.
In my mind I maintained control of my steps, of my destination.
I was right, but not the way I thought I was.
There is a box - we all have one. It's that place where we go to hide away from the world.
Some of us visit the box periodically, some of us live there, recognizing it as our home.
My box was home for me. In my mind it kept me safe from the outside world.
In my mind I maintained control of my steps, of my destination.
I was right, but not the way I thought I was.