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Life decays and molds. I become acquainted with death, Sorrow felt no more.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Funeral
Life decays and molds. I become acquainted with death, Sorrow felt no more.
I hate funerals more then anything; it's numbing; it kills me a little inside every time
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
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