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Nov 2013
And with each stroke
I was getting weaker.
Passed out on the floor.
I'm sorry
for staining your carpet.
And I knew
that I could end it
right there.
Everything.
But I was too weak
and so in love with you.
That it hurt so much.
And this was my only escape.
Erin
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