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Nov 2015
I'd sell my soul for one more call but this ******* cancer has stolen them all I prayed and pleaded but god did you hear me I've begged and cried but you just let them die how could you forsake such strong believers in their hour of need my loved ones lived a lie following your deceit how can I stand as a man knowing we all must die one day well I don't know I'm not an atheist I swear but why why does every time I need you to save someone your just never there
Simon Woodstock
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