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Stacks of books inside a cardboard box. The same box you traded back and forth with Uncle Bill, because he, too, always had his nose in a book. Hundreds of books in the cardboard box. I never believed you’d finish them all. One by one, they disappeared, drunk down like water. How many lives did…
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I want you to know If anything should happen, as sad as it might be, my final wishes and hopes, any relevant medical history. ‘Tis a hard talk to have A harder task to see through When wishes are not known. Do not lose your cool. Please don’t start to cry. We are all just…
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It All Begins Here
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It’s an empty feeling,having no one left to disappoint,or to disappoint me.
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