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Jan 2015
The **** on my thigh
Got infected.
I'm not sure how to
Fix it.
I could try to call
The doctor.
But I want to get
Some help.
Maybe I could do it
By myself.
I can go to the
Circular saw.
And I could prop up
My leg.
And I could just turn
It on.
And the **** won't
Be infected.
Dead Doe
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