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Do I want to die?  Do I want to cry?  Men don't cry, why do I?  I'm scared of death.  Do I try to die?  I stay on heavy drink.  I try hard not to think.  As I try, I slide down a ride of overthinking; stuttering and more heavy drinking.  I'm told i'm in a twister.  Am I old enough to be called mister?  Should I have never kissed her?  Is my life just a blister?  The kind that come unwanted.  They grow and choose their way.  Till one day they pop and then I never missed her.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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Do I want to die?  Do I want to cry?  Men don't cry, why do I?  I'm scared of death.  Do I try to die?  I stay on heavy drink.  I try hard not to think.  As I try, I slide down a ride of overthinking; stuttering and more heavy drinking.  I'm told i'm in a twister.  Am I old enough to be called mister?  Should I have never kissed her?  Is my life just a blister?  The kind that come unwanted.  They grow and choose their way.  Till one day they pop and then I never missed her.
Change your life while you can make a life decision.
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30/M/Long Beach
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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