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Feb 2015
You.......
it's my fault...
nobody understands anymore....
I want to die......
and commit suicide
no longer afraid
no more aids
goodbye
because we've had a good run
but before you leave
grab that knife
and end my misery
now it's time to mingle
with the dead trees
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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