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Jan 2014
I said I'd **** myself tonight.
But I was too weak.
maybe tomorrow will be the day
the dim candle wick is snuffed.
until then my sheets stay white

I'm going to **** myself, so please pretend to be sad during the funeral.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
(30/M/Chicago)   
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