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Feb 2014
he told me once how he had this urge to **** himself, this feeling irking in his bones leaving him breathless and striving for something to hit him in the head and end it.
i asked him if he wanted to go out to eatΒ Β 
but he said no
i asked him why
he said because he was too good for me
and then i realized i was talking to myself
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