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Feb 2019
I'm high,
fly,
I am going to die,
I'm not gonna lie,
the noose is very sly,
bullets fly,
at my head,
I'm going to die,
I don't have a reason to live,
a knife will slice viens,
I loose blood,
Wither and die.
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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