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I wrapped the suicide note around my throat, It came in the form of a noose. But before I knew what I wanted to do, I had somehow wiggled loose. The stool's too short for this overpowering court, "Back to my old resorts."
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Jester is Thinking, Jester is Watching, Jester still Cries.
I wrapped the suicide note around my throat, It came in the form of a noose. But before I knew what I wanted to do, I had somehow wiggled loose. The stool's too short for this overpowering court, "Back to my old resorts."
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
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