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May 2014
Death strap
Hanging at the gallows
I feel like I'm in a death trap
Waiting for ghostly hallows

Brushing at my skin
Claustrophobia sets in
Always choking me
I just wanna be free

When I have to wear it
I wanna tear it
I throw a fit
This is bullsh*t

I always feel welted
Each time leaving a new scar
Every time I'm seat belted
Into this car
I really don't like seat belts.
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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