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Jul 2013
I want to die.
I hate living.
I actually want to **** myself,
not just not exist.
I want my life to end on my own terms,
and I feel that it will.


                                     Oh ****, it's getting bad again.
Skai
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Skai  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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