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Oct 2016
Whoever said time heals all wounds lied. Some days are better than others, but death leaves a cut too large to bandage. It's like a **** that with the slightest movement it will break open again. She tried to push it all to the back of her mind and not feel the pain. But all it took was one song, and the blood came gushing out again.
Hal
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Hal  19/F/Iowa
(19/F/Iowa)   
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   GaryFairy
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