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We argue She leaves Not to come back I drink I think I sit I slit but wait A noise The front door goes My blood it's soaks From the hall " babe I'm sorry " To late to worry I'm numb Its cold Sorry to late Sorry to old
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
sorry
We argue She leaves Not to come back I drink I think I sit I slit but wait A noise The front door goes My blood it's soaks From the hall " babe I'm sorry " To late to worry I'm numb Its cold Sorry to late Sorry to old
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36/M/uk preston lancashire
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
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