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...But you don't have a grave, do you? You own, ***** **** bugs in your clothes, holes in your shoes. [Crept in through a window; He holds her close and says, "You're everything I ever wanted." She falls asleep, smiling. He continues, "But I'm also still looking." Left through the back door.] Left a note that said, "Couldn't take the pressure." Looked up the most painless way to **** oneself on google. Thirty minutes later, added Medical Crisis Hotline to my contacts.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
"Bottomless."
...But you don't have a grave, do you? You own, ***** **** bugs in your clothes, holes in your shoes. [Crept in through a window; He holds her close and says, "You're everything I ever wanted." She falls asleep, smiling. He continues, "But I'm also still looking." Left through the back door.] Left a note that said, "Couldn't take the pressure." Looked up the most painless way to **** oneself on google. Thirty minutes later, added Medical Crisis Hotline to my contacts.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
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