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elzorrito

Published: Oct 10, 2008

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CrashHooligan

Oct 10, 2008

"I guess it's like
when
my mother found God
and
my father, infidelity
and then they
lost
one another."

Heatbreaking and well put. My mom found god too...or schizophrenia, it's hard to tell sometimes. heh.

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