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Jul 2017
Is it going six feet under the earth we walk on?
Or is it flying above it all?
I will soon find out as I must go.
I think about it everyday.
So I undress inside the closed bathroom.
I am prepared to taste death.
Today, I will.
*trigger warning*
Alex
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Alex  20/F/Colorado
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