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sons of thunder paintball is a newer non profit organizaiton that doing good work
between New London and Shiocton
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My pain throbs, a bleeding hart, The cold turns blood blue. Despair flows from my body, Numb emotion,
Unfinished resolve, Loss of hope, Self pity and confusion. No one to turn to, Help from only my self.
Can't let go, to admit defeat, To be forgotten. Must recover lost strength. Jealousy, silently forged My will needs to steel, Sharp as a dagger.
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