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Jul 2017
when it rains it pours
and it's pouring.

when it rains it pours
and it's pouring.

when it rains it pours
and it's pouring.

when it rains it pours
and i'm drowning.

i take my hands off this steering wheel
and let the winds control my drive.
i hope i crash into this pole-
but my car breaks down before i get a chance to.
i don't know why death is taking so long.
i think she's stuck in traffic.
the holy trinity has forgotten about me;
god, life, and death don't want me.
and the devil keeps whispering in my ears.

i wonder if i'll ever stop talking to myself.
i love you
saint
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saint  25/M/here
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