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Nov 2016
I have lost it all
No one to talk to
No one to call
My life is over
The time is here
I need to get it off my chest
I close my eyes and repare myself for eternal rest
"CLICK"
I pull the trigger
What comes next
The bullet it rips through my chest
I take in one last muffled breath                                      Falling to the floor
I clutch at my chest
I Cannot move anymore
The blood now covers the floor
So it is over
So it is done
Isn't dying lots of fun
I'm glad I have passed this stage of my life
Shane Michael Stoops
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Shane Michael Stoops  47/M/Mo Valley, IA
(47/M/Mo Valley, IA)   
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