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Apr 2017
My love
When you're sick of me
I hope you have a good aim
Or that the knife is really sharp
Or your hands very strong
So you can get it over quick
I dont want to bleed to death slowly
Or gasp for air forever
I just want it to be over fast

Maybe an atomic bomb
would be the nicest way
to end us
Elin Mellbergstedt
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Elin Mellbergstedt  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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