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Jan 2021
It I shot myself in the head
Would blood and brains come pouring out
Or would flowers start to grow instead?
Are my thoughts too impure
Since I have nothing left to live for
Will the weeds of evil thoughts begin to root me to the floor?
I think there’s a little love here
If you give it room
Let’s find some air to breathe
And some flowers to bloom.
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       erica lynn, Bogdan Dragos, pepper and ---
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