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The Lonely

Outcrys... In a room with one hundred wicked, immoral people. Humans bellowing at each other, saying words that are better left unsaid. Nobody really gives any affliction to what is happening. These immortal humans are jerks playing with the minds of us who tend to suffer. An uproar begins... Once the truth is revealed as to what is happening, their words may stop for now but they still come back. Commonly worse. 1/31/2017

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Date: 2/26/2017 11:24:00 AM
...so well said, wonderfully penned. Congratulations on your feature placement! blessings, lynn
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Alex Anonymous
Date: 2/27/2017 10:10:00 AM
thank you so much!

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