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Nov 2020
He keeled over
Poor dog.
He liked that one.
She smiled, strawberry mouth.
He blossomed. Flowers I'm frost.
'**** on it'
He muttered as he hallucinated.
Tripping absolute *****, chewing gum.
south. Shirt and tie.
'yes'
They admitted.
Hired darling.
Come, walk under the ladder.
He did
They laughed.
He slit his wrists because it was Tuesday.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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