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Feb 2015
**** or bullet, Which for my brain?
Get high? Or die? Which will end the pain?
You can tell by the title, and the poem's existence,
Which one of these I chose in this instance,
But I see this choice, every day, when I try to escape,
I smoke for now, evade that way, but there is no escape.
Topher O'Neal
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Topher O'Neal  28/M/My head
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