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Jan 2019
I’m actually ******* dying,
From your words that cut me deep,
So deep I’m ******* crying.

Now these voices won’t stop haunting me,
They say “ **** yourself”
If I **** myself they set me free,
But I know they’re ******* lying,
But I don’t care
Because I’m actually ******* dying.
Ameliah Rene Henry
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Ameliah Rene Henry  17/F/Underground
(17/F/Underground)   
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