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A sons homecoming.

A crimson river, waves of pain, a decision taken from my hands. I should feel relief, it's for the best...... so why do I feel so sad? The pain is my punishment, it holds all my guilt It hurts so much. But why do I cry? I wanted this.... didn't I? A crimson river, waves of pain, pain that I must bear alone, no one to share my loss, a dark secret forever hidden.

These twentysix letters and some symbols are similar as the air about us, and as diffeerently formed. I fashion mine into questions and in your...

rubbish probably

Golfer loses his cool in supermarket car park.

Drugs - the easy way out &;#063;