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Dec 2014
He tells me to tell him
When I am sad
But then I'd be telling him
Every day
Every hour
Every minute and second
I would tell him how I wished
I was dead
And he wouldn't understand
My sadness
And then he'd leave
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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