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May 2015
Always wondered how it will feel
When the blade touches the very first surface of my skin
The sense of confusion whether to cut or not to cut
But now, I guess it was a tool of relieve of all this pain around me  
All the fake words and people
All the False promises that were made
It gave a sense of numbness towards all of it.
What now?
Gun Boy
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Gun Boy  A sick world
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