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it's hell getting 6 and 2 ready and then getting 6 to the bus but we make and when 2 and i return home we take off our boots while wife sits on a chair near us and sit down break into flowing tears trying to breathe deep and she asks me what i'm thinking i just shake my head because there is nothing happening when i cry there is just the intense feeling without a name and the tears and the breathing and all the innocent suffering in the universe and i don't want to talk about it really ever but especially when it's occurring
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