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Apr 2016
Grasp my neck,
Wrap your fingers,
Just a little bit tighter.

Have me suffer no more.

Choke the life out of me.
Let the air vanish my breathe.
**** me
**** me
**** me.

TEN
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EIGht
SEven
Six
five
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Jane Harper
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