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May 2015
I know not.
Reasons why, long since forgot.
Let myself fester: rot.

Self-medicate.
I am full to the brim.
Hate.
When shall I draw my last breath? That's the debate.
My chances of receiving an answer? Very slim.

Too cowardly to end it at a time of my own choosing; on a whim.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop
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Waiting4TheStop  29/Gender Fluid/United Kingdom
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