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Jan 2015
If I slit my wrists,
nothing will happen
except sacrificing my own dreams
and folding to life's threats

but it beats me every round,
right down the pulp,
and I don't know if winning
will ever be worth it
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   Dreamer, Just Melz and Erenn
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