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Hales I'm losing it... The pictures are back. It's not just that though. They make sense now Hales. The tremors are worse, I haven't seen the doc in a minute. I miss you Hales. So much so sometimes I feel hallow. Hales, why did it have to be like that? It didn't have to end how it did. You knew that. But it did. Too little, too late.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
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Hales I'm losing it... The pictures are back. It's not just that though. They make sense now Hales. The tremors are worse, I haven't seen the doc in a minute. I miss you Hales. So much so sometimes I feel hallow. Hales, why did it have to be like that? It didn't have to end how it did. You knew that. But it did. Too little, too late.
His-Gweniverre
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
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