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Shaky fingesr slide over my
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New wounds and my
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Scars of hatred, with
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Pills. I long my
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Horrible hours of
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Screaming death wishes and
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Shots to my head would make
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Tears fall down from my
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Eyes, hurting me still!
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More day and I would of been swept away.
Friday 8th May 2015 7:04 am

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