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A key, A pen, some lines, a thought And my pain. Hit and bruise Concrete walls Yellow, green and murder thoughts But you're already dead. I didn't had the pleasure But I'm still glad you did your time Before you went and died.

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ESTEFANIAJADED

21 / F / USA

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Written by

ESTEFANIAJADED

21 / F / USA

Published

Oct 4, 2017

Time

1m

Tags: #hurt #death #bruise #pain #heal #free #gone #hit #abusive #time

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