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I’m told there is no hope and left this wretched affliction. To carry you with dread and Wait for your day of suffering, To choose your final moment And design your demise.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Cruel Choice
I’m told there is no hope and left this wretched affliction. To carry you with dread and Wait for your day of suffering, To choose your final moment And design your demise.
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33/F/Dublin
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
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