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no
'no.'
a murmur like a quivering addict watching his hands betray him yet again, alarmed, yet defeated, knowing the wet skin of life will soon be itched clean beneath the mercy of a second hand needle
This will be my sixth death: a coward, a traitor, and a father of three.
Sunday 7th August 2016 2:13 am
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