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Mar 2017
Death come quickly,
I followed your rules;
I slit my wrists,
Downed the pills,
And wrote a note.
Death come quickly,
I'm in pain now...
I feel sick to my stomach,
My pet's are worried,  
And I have yet to bleed out.
Death come quickly,
For I am violently vomiting,
Writhing in pain on the floor,
Wishing like hell for my end,
And crying my eyes out.

Death come quickly...
For I need you my friend.
Carolyn Cagnon
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Carolyn Cagnon  united states
(united states)   
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