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Feb 2015
I am sick and I am tired. I cannot think, I cannot write, I cannot fully appreciate the beauty of life or the mysteries of death or the light or the darkness or whatever lies beyond the beyond. I live in the void, I am simply just existing. I am sick but I will recover, one day.
One day.
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Veronica
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Veronica  Florida
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