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that sharp needle, that is stuck into your arm, is telling me that you're gone. that fatal dose of drugs, your addiction that was inevitable, and i didn't stop it on time. **i am sorry, love. i am sorry that i found you on the bathroom floor dead, if i only came earlier, you would have been alive and breathing.**
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
lethal injection
that sharp needle, that is stuck into your arm, is telling me that you're gone. that fatal dose of drugs, your addiction that was inevitable, and i didn't stop it on time. **i am sorry, love. i am sorry that i found you on the bathroom floor dead, if i only came earlier, you would have been alive and breathing.**
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
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