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Jun 2019
Do not talk to me,
I could care less.
I’d rather slip a noose round my neck,
A gun would be too much of a mess.
And besides, there’s more fun in being alive.
So for now I keep my mind in check,
And I sleep a little less.
James slips a noose around my neck.
Written by
Micah G  17/M/United States
(17/M/United States)   
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