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Jul 2016
Forget about me
Leave me to rot
I've already dug my grave
It's as comfortable as a baby's cot
My wish for death needs to be sated!
How do I approach this desire?
Each day brings me closer
I'm already walking on razor wire
This needs to stop
This needs to end
So goodbye for now
My dear old friend
innocent sin
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innocent sin  New Zealand
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