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I’ve had many similar dreams I don’t want to remember

Kirsten blew his head off, in front of me. and all I could see was blood on the wall and a feeling of happiness A feeling of pure Happiness It was sun kissed, hazy and warm virgin suicides Kirsten blew your head off In the bathroom With a shotgun. Why did I wake up?
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