ALIVE
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Alive.In pain. Hurting lots. Missing my boys. Missing my friends. Not wanting to deal with people. Send flowers? Send chocolates? Send me an Angel? Send me a chance at happiness... ...oh, wait. I've got several of those. They keep ending up in foreign countries, or with damaged knees, or psychopathic. I hurt. But I'm alive, for now. I'll try to keep it that way.
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