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Jul 2016
Hales I'm losing it...
The pictures are back.
It's not just that though.
They make sense now Hales.
The tremors are worse,
I haven't seen the doc in a minute.
I miss you Hales.
So much so sometimes I feel hallow.
Hales, why did it have to be like that?
It didn't have to end how it did.
You knew that.
But it did.
Too little, too late.
His Gweniverre
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His Gweniverre
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