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I don't want to lie to you no more, I'm sick. I have a few months to live. Maybe less. I feel it in my chest, My pain, My battles. Arguing makes the pain stronger, And don't hate me when I say, I do it for I can die faster. Y'all don't know the truth. See my smiles, But it's for them, Not for me. I don't want to be here, God taking me slowly, there just too blind to see it.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
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I don't want to lie to you no more, I'm sick. I have a few months to live. Maybe less. I feel it in my chest, My pain, My battles. Arguing makes the pain stronger, And don't hate me when I say, I do it for I can die faster. Y'all don't know the truth. See my smiles, But it's for them, Not for me. I don't want to be here, God taking me slowly, there just too blind to see it.
marie-beat
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
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