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We still cry, and we always will. These tears are tattooed on our faces and we are not ashamed of them. When you look at us you know ▟ ▘▚▟ ▘▚ even though there is nothing that frightens us, it is something ▞▟ ▘▚▝▛▞▟ that harms you to watch.
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return to goodbye strangers