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Mar 2015
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As I cut these forsaken wrist.
The blood pours without a sigh.
I close my eyes one final time.
And utter a sweet **"Goodbye."
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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   Miranda Renea
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