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Sep 2014
It hurts like a burn
Makes my stomach churn
I want to put a gun to my chest
Suicide? No one would have guessed
My heart is always pounding
The pain, it's astounding
Why can't I just take those pills?
Thoughts like these give me chills
I hope the end is coming
I could use the numbing
Kristina
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Kristina
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