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Jul 2012
I better tell all my friends
that I'm
Dying.
Because that's the only
thing that seems logical to do.
I'm running out of coffee
and the fan just fell out of the ceiling.
Running
the blood is pouring from my hands
God,
I'm beautiful right now.
J Klein
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