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Apr 14
There is nothing left to do but do
I'm tired of hate and silence
I can never not talk
To suffer will be the end of this,
But I already suffer
Suffering is bearable
But to suffer with hatred is death while living
I can smile
I choose to smile even after everything
I live
And someday, I will be gone

I lived, I suffered, I loved, and it was all alright
bless
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bless  Pearl of the Orient Sea
(Pearl of the Orient Sea)   
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     Jeremy Betts and bless
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