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May 2015
My blade next to me
My problems surround me
I took my arm up and all other I held my blade
My mind races
Do I do it?
I felt hopeless
I felt myself dead on the inside
I'm tripping over my own thoughts
Well,I said to myself.  
Here I go again.
Gun Boy
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