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Nov 2015
Don't feel much like talking
Or hanging out at night
Don't feel much like laughing
Pretending everything's alright
Don't feel much like doing anything
But lay awake and wonder why
I work my hands to the bone
And just want to ******* die.
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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