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Sep 2016
Please don't do that. Look at me. You are better than this.
Please don't hit him. He's just a baby. He is too young to understand what you've been telling him to do.
Please don't hurt yourself. Stop drinking. Please stop throwing glasses around.
Please don't scream. You'll scare your boy. Look, he's covering his ears with his little hands. He is crying.
Please don't cry, you. Come to me. I'll take both of you.
For I am death and I am that sweet escape
I am what all of you have since always asked.
I am here now. I will take you.
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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