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Feb 2015
Sleep is for the weak, well im weak please give it to me im kissing at your feet begging for sleep but you've got me beat another 4 am passes another sleepless night another stress filled day and im restless depressed diluted past all the rest I just want a little shut eye please dont make me give a sweet goodbye to get rid of this stress and get me a little rest, Im feeling triggered and whats feeling best is some rest so I put the gun to my head just to hope for the best I pull the trigger and I'm dead in rest.
Michael Wayne Vieux
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Michael Wayne Vieux  oklahoma
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