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Apr 2015
I'm feeding myself Prozac
with a spoon
and I'm talking to you
and you have no clue that
I'm wishing on eyelashes
that I could be dead.
tell me you'll  love me
after this last spoonful.
I'm sicker than I thought
but this should
fix just about everything.
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geminicat
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geminicat
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