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Apr 2017
The river of pain is filled with our sorrow and flows out of the waterfall of Tear's.

It is where all our tear's go and therefore our pain is carved into the walls. Poem by Shelley Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Written by
Shelby Mccrary  29/F/Lake city FL 32024
(29/F/Lake city FL 32024)   
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