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Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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