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What would happen if when you came home. I was sprawled on the floor. With a bottle of pills in my stomach. or With a rope tightened around my throat. or perhaps Wrists cut deep, Thick red all over your nice clean floor. Because that would be your biggest concern. Your freshly cleaned floor I hope it stains.
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
Suicide.
What would happen if when you came home. I was sprawled on the floor. With a bottle of pills in my stomach. or With a rope tightened around my throat. or perhaps Wrists cut deep, Thick red all over your nice clean floor. Because that would be your biggest concern. Your freshly cleaned floor I hope it stains.
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
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