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Jul 2018
You aren't going to **** me.
You may want to slice into
my scar-riddled flesh,
but you aren't going to **** me.

I swear to god I'll take the last breath
before I let you take mine.
Because I am going to fight
and you aren't going to **** me.

Just burn your twine
and throw out those pills,
unload that stupid little gun.
You are not going to **** me.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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