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Sep 2012
"A soft knocking on the door, a weak call for attention, another tear splashes into its pool..
"Hello? Are you okay?"
They would ask, never cracking the door to see, with a weaker cry I would try, another blade slides across to see more tears fall..
The voices scream and shout behind the door, still I sit..."
walker lesan
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