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Apr 2016
When she all alone in here room
She cry's
When all you got are these four walls
Not so hard feel so small
How come no one stopped her
When she said
Mabe I'm better of dead

Now here I am wishing
I got there in time
To stop you
But here I am
With gun in hand
Wondering if it will be enough
Stop voices in my head
darktowers
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darktowers  23/M/Oklahoma
(23/M/Oklahoma)   
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