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Jun 2015
For someone in a wooden box
Buried six foot deep under the earth
Rotting away into nothing but bones
No longer breathing
Heart no longer beating
Skin no longer warm
You sure as hell know how to make a girl's heart race

*The Suicide Diaries
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
(25/F/Colorado)   
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