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May 2013
O dear child,

When wilt thou learn? Pain tis not a way to cope with pain. Blood shed tis blood lost. Nothing tis gained from this. Thou musn't give in to thine demons. Not again. For once thy hath given in, thou shalt never come back out.
Andrew Quilles
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Andrew Quilles  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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