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The Big "C"


Yes, I proclaimed, as the tears rolled down my eyes this is the new me, free, and now i have to be what i must set out to be for when only so young and full of such unbearable unforgiving greif and sorrow the light at the tunnel has been burnt out the tears keep rolling and pouring out of my eyes they won't stop they just keep running away from my eyes never to return again this is what happens when life takes a cruel grueling torrential turn for the worst is yet to come they said as all i did was wept wept and wept.
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