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I CRY. I CRY I CRY I CRY I CRY. MY EMOTIONS DO NOT END. THE GRIEF HAS NEVER STOPPED.


I CRY. I SOB. I BAWL. I WAIL FOR MY BEST FRIEND ON MY KNEES AND MY EMOTIONS WILL NOT END.


I CRY. I CRY I CRY I CRY I CRY. I GET DRUNK AND IT IS NEVER FUZZY. THE GRIEF WILL NEVER LEAVE. i scream in my grief. 

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