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he told me once how he had this urge to **** himself, this feeling irking in his bones leaving him breathless and striving for something to hit him in the head and end it. i asked him if he wanted to go out to eat   but he said no i asked him why he said because he was too good for me and then i realized i was talking to myself
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
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he told me once how he had this urge to **** himself, this feeling irking in his bones leaving him breathless and striving for something to hit him in the head and end it. i asked him if he wanted to go out to eat   but he said no i asked him why he said because he was too good for me and then i realized i was talking to myself
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
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