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Cancer, old devil. I've shaken my fists at your Ugly back as You've laid your Hands on my loved Ones. Cursed your name; Kicked at your Shadow. At last you've Gathered the Courage to Face me. I Suppose you could only Ignore me for so    Long. Come at me with scythe Raised, I'll stand,   Broadsword Drawn. No shield; double- Grip-swinging. I'm ready. No nurse ever saw You greeted With A smile like This.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Your Ugly Back
Cancer, old devil. I've shaken my fists at your Ugly back as You've laid your Hands on my loved Ones. Cursed your name; Kicked at your Shadow. At last you've Gathered the Courage to Face me. I Suppose you could only Ignore me for so    Long. Come at me with scythe Raised, I'll stand,   Broadsword Drawn. No shield; double- Grip-swinging. I'm ready. No nurse ever saw You greeted With A smile like This.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
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