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When my eyes stopped cooperating, my pen became my best friend.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
My tear ducts have dried
When my eyes stopped cooperating, my pen became my best friend.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
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