| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He used to scream about howpainful it was to have cancer, and used to cryabout how much more excruciating it was to say goodbyeto the only personyou ever loved.There was a boy I once knew,and I used to sit beside hismetallic bedwaiting for himto wake up.Life was once a miracle.he would tell me,blue veins burstingthrough his angelic skin.I once was a warrior,and now he is all I have left to be.
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