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Jul 2016
My days are numbered
And when it happens
When I return
You will regret
What it is that you’ve done.
You’ll regret ever meeting me.
I can no longer
Soothe my nerves
With alcohol
And a pipe.

I’ll make you wish
You were actually in the house
When I dumped the gasoline
And lit the match.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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