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what have i done? it feels like suicide, like there are bullet holes in my mind; like i’m the one who pulled the trigger. i miss you. i could scream it *over and over* it feels like homicide, like there’s a noose around our love; like i’m the one who placed it there. what have i done to myself? what have i done to us, and why? you reckless ******* hypocrite. why would you **** the only thing keeping you alive?
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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what have i done? it feels like suicide, like there are bullet holes in my mind; like i’m the one who pulled the trigger. i miss you. i could scream it *over and over* it feels like homicide, like there’s a noose around our love; like i’m the one who placed it there. what have i done to myself? what have i done to us, and why? you reckless ******* hypocrite. why would you **** the only thing keeping you alive?
rantipoleghost
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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