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Sep 2016
Why do I always poor my heart into someone that leaves me out to die.
Why don't you finish the job and stab me in the eye?!
I ask and I beg; I plead and I cry
Why can't I **** myself only God holds me back.
If there is a God then why am I torn.
If he's watching me cry then why doesnt he help.
Because there is no God.
Yet I can't **** myself.
Nathan Wischropp
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Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
(Springfield)   
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