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Apr 2015
I've taken every ******* test,
To prove to you,
And to every doubtful soul in this building,
That theirs something ******* wrong with me,
But the Coffee black type font,
And egg shell White pages,
As if its been written in stone,
But still,
You all doubt,
Theirs anything at all wrong with me,
but yet you made my wrists bleed..
just my feelings on my situation
Cat Fiske
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Cat Fiske  United States
(United States)   
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     Cat Fiske and Cecil Miller
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