The Ripple Effect
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Last published Fri, Sep 30, 2011
"The suffocating tick of the clock is a nightmare in repeat. It screams in my aching head that is clogged with pointless, meaningless, painless-who am I kidding?" Have you ever been haunted by something so much that it has became a black and white film in your mind... Roxana Greene has... it's called the ripple effect...
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