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Dec 2015
How much pain do I have to be in
for it to be real to you?
Will it be when I create the
harmless pain of freezing ice?
Or when I give myself a silver blade
to draw the blood out?
Maybe when I attempt
to **** myself?
Then will you understand the pain
when you visit my gravestone?
Christina Cox
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Christina Cox  Utah
(Utah)   
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