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ㅤㅤㅤ Hath now fled—nay. Mine eyes, traitorous fountains of sorrow, release torrents of tears unbidden, cascading down these cheeks like rain upon a grave. “Yea, I bleed not for pain, but for proof—that I still am.” 🩸 (NO MERE ACHE) ㅤㅤㅤ
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