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I do not let tears well
That will come later
After the worst
Whatever it is
Always goes one way or the other
There will be a ring
Strangers will answer
I said it’s time for tragedy
And one is here
Listen.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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