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Apr 2015
he told me how he wanted me cut up then kept in his fridge
he told me where to put my hands
he told me how much to put in my bloodstream
he told me I was pretty like a school shooting
he told me my skin felt soft between his teeth
he told me he wanted to **** the dog
he told me the voices won’t go away
he told me I looked so beautiful lying ****** up on the bathroom floor
he told me it won’t hurt for much longer
I told him he was killing me
Abigail Willow
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Abigail Willow
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     Jamie King
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