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That news of possible impending death requires a seat that gives no comfort, I pace upon hearing of the wounds needed to heal, I reach for the platitudes I fail..."fuck"
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
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That news of possible impending death requires a seat that gives no comfort, I pace upon hearing of the wounds needed to heal, I reach for the platitudes I fail..."fuck"
my father just told me he has throat cancer
ian-canavan
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
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