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Apr 2019
it's a burning sting
in my head, like ticking thing
but not a bomb
it hurts so much
oh god im done
i'd rather cut and bleed it out
it hurts, but none
inside it pains
i am in stings
get a bullet, please
give me gun to die
let it stop
end it all
please, i want it done
too much, it hurts
Tint
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