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| Not that a soul ...can hear my cries, Nor feel the pain... experienced inside.. The hurt wretchedly unbearable at times. The suffering that I must endure. `Tis from my own accord.. I`m assured.. If only I could... I would reverse time.. One minute... one hour... or instance of mine.. |
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