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Feb 2016
One thousand more times I could try
It'd all be same
The damage the Crimson the pain the rage!
All of the fighting up to come down swallowing what I call sane
You'll never see clearly till I force this upon you
Till you feel this ******* disease
You'll never feel as sick as I do
Swallow these pills one by one and still feel no release
Let them diagnose you. Hold you against your ******* will
You're no human you disgust me
Add another ingredient to the list for your brain bleed.
******* and **** your thoughts
Survival is my only friend!
And even though I'll probably live, let me choose my end!
12/31/15
Tana Marie B
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Tana Marie B
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