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Aug 2016
No one had ever cried for me before. But there she was, her face contorted in pain, red, patchy, and wet. It wasn't pretty crying, the kind who's tears leak mild emotions like sadness, nostalgia, or sympathy. It was utter suffering. And I cried with her.
Jessica Christine
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