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I sometimes think that love is an undiagnosed form of cancer. It kills slowly and painfully, and it chews at your insides. The cure for cancer would be fantastic, but lets find a cure for broken he...

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2010-03-02 - Updated: 2010-03-03 - 149 words
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