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Nov 2016
we had poison on our lips,
a noose around our necks,
and knives in our hands
our fate was our own
but only if we were ready to die
because there's always a condition
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
(27/F/Ontario)   
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