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Nov 2020
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

****** suicides Kirsten blew your head off
In the bathroom
With a shotgun.

Why did I wake up?
Annie Dark
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Annie Dark
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