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Mar 2014
Please **** me i never wanted to live,
life is a hassle.
Please end my struggle, heres a rusty shiv.
Living is a gift.
Bullets are gifts too.
Please send me sinking slowly into the soil,
for this soul brings me nothing but turmoil.

Thank You.
Black
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   Fatima Zahid
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