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No I will not get you a gun I will not help you hold it steady to your temple as your hand shakes No I will give you a number instead 1 (800) 273-8255 That's the suicide hotline I remember the fist time you asked me for a gun I was twelve I waited until you were asleep before placing notes into your books "I love you" You were an avid reader and I knew you'd find them eventually Looking through your books today I found one of those notes I still wonder how many you found I had spread them throughout the books in your wall to wall library I remember how many I wrote Twelve One for each year I had been alive to love you I still love you
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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No I will not get you a gun I will not help you hold it steady to your temple as your hand shakes No I will give you a number instead 1 (800) 273-8255 That's the suicide hotline I remember the fist time you asked me for a gun I was twelve I waited until you were asleep before placing notes into your books "I love you" You were an avid reader and I knew you'd find them eventually Looking through your books today I found one of those notes I still wonder how many you found I had spread them throughout the books in your wall to wall library I remember how many I wrote Twelve One for each year I had been alive to love you I still love you
#suicide#gun#sad#depressed
emilyJoyce
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emilyJoyce
21/F
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
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