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Jul 2017
Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I laugh?
When that thing is hurting me,
It’s about to cut me into half.

Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I cry?
When things come out just fine.
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     Randall Walker, -A- and Taylor N Culp
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