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Jan 2010
Do not cry now you knew these days were coming get through some how, even if it means numbing it is to late, things are how they seem A world of hate theres no room to even dream you have no one, with nothing to endulge in there is no fun and nothing to ever begin still you must go like all who ever live forget what you know and just try to forgive.

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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