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Sep 2015
You said that there's still a reason for me to live.
You said I meant something to you.
You said you understood.
You gave me your word that you will be there for me and fight for me no matter what happens.
But now. You left for a better life I guess.
Leaving me behind here alone.

All that's left is just a cutter.
And a sad soul.
Gun Boy
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