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Sep 2018
I want you to feel it when I'm dead
I want you to feel your bones crack
and feel your heart break
I want your eyes to be bloodshot red
and your throat to be sore from screaming
I want you to be sorry for leaving
Qwn
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Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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     Call me Oliver, Ansley, --- and Phi Kenzie
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