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Jun 2016
Could not even **** myself the blood that would have pourd i could not even clean. Cut my thoat an leave me lay, hip hip hurry everyone would say.

The wife come home there is no sound what would she have done? Keep the kids outside, please dont let them see my lifeless limbs. hang from me mangled on the ground Bleeding so profound. Let me die in peace i say lead my kids away.

Do not let them see the pain i do today where my life is worth more when i lay kife to my throat let me pay for life is worthless anyway
Mitch pity
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Mitch pity  Texas
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