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A quadriplegic man meets a deadly obstacle.
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As once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.
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Hate is the feeling,I never knew could be felt, Thinking of you, i had to let it all out,Releasing every thought that needed to be known,The words sti..
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