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conri-finnerty
conri-finnerty
A tired old Irish-Republican who is trying to accept the sudden loss of two of his dearest friends. One who can't seem to see the pain he caused me, and the other who would just rather me be dead.
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Like a mother's touch, Raindrops fall on green pastures. Valleys come alive.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
conri-finnerty
Rain
Like a mother's touch, Raindrops fall on green pastures. Valleys come alive.
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