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My demons swim. George's can fly. Mabel's can shoot Jimmy's won't die. My sorrows are deeper. Judy's weigh more. Fred's chained him up. Anne's heart was tore. I can breathe lighter. (Ah, that's where you win From the contest of sorrows One cannot rescind.)
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
The Drama Queen
My demons swim. George's can fly. Mabel's can shoot Jimmy's won't die. My sorrows are deeper. Judy's weigh more. Fred's chained him up. Anne's heart was tore. I can breathe lighter. (Ah, that's where you win From the contest of sorrows One cannot rescind.)
When life beats you up, just remember: It beat up someone before you, and someone before them. One's own sorrows are not greater than anyone else's, only one's joy can be greater.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
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