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Jan 2014
Call me a tragedy,
for I am breaking at the seams.
slipping the blade, swallowing the pills,
hanging the noose and biting the bullet.
See now if I had the guts,
this would be done.
But no, I'm stuck in a timeframe where
nothing matters but the sound of his voice,
and it keeps me here.
Johnnie Rae
Written by
Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
(25/F/New Jersey)   
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   TinaMarie
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