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Oct 2019
sick sick sick of this.
i hope a drunk driver strikes me hard
i hope a sharp piece of steel cuts this mess right off my hands
i hope it's clean and fast
i don't want to be here anymore
i am so sick of your *******.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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