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Aug 2018
Sometimes I hate you
I hate you so ******* much.
I crave for you the blood dripping from my wrists
I want to cover you in it.
******* death
I know you’re hungry for it
Laura Utter
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Laura Utter  29/F/Wichita
(29/F/Wichita)   
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