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I'm sorry, Gore. Life isn't to sweet for me right now, but my problems are miniscule to what you're telling us.
I hope your mom gets better, and I hope that you get better. As everyone is telling you, "this too shall pass."
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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