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Apr 2015
I could stop breathing
and only my family
would mourn my death
and notice
I was
no
longer
there
.
.
So maybe I could stop breathing
Let the world stop turning before my eyes
Because I know
I wouldn't be missed
Audrey Parent
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Audrey Parent  New York
(New York)   
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   Cecil Miller
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