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Mar 2015
Carry my body
To its resting place.
The gun to my head
Was my only escape.
The drugs didn't work
Nor if I drank.
The more I indulged
The more my heart sank.
Carry my soul
To it's resting place.
Killing this body
Was my only escape.
Nikki
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Nikki  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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