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Some people are born with tragedy in their blood. The way I figure it that tragedy just has different ways of showing itself. Shakespeare, Poe, they wrote their tragedy. Picasso painted his, others act it out. The rest of us live our tragedy. We're born with a predisposition to the worst in life. Sad part is, we never know until the tragedy strikes. That's the cruel joke, it's always too late for us.
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