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May 2018
How about a few more pills,
to make up for my lack of skills,
Or how about a little alcohol,
drinking bleach and petrol,
Or how about a little blade,
to let my skin degrade,
Or how about a noose around my head,
and wait until my breath is dead,
Or how about I pick a gun,
and shoot at me for my own fun.
Or how about I jump to fly,
as I fall, and I cry.
Edric Daumier
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Edric Daumier
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