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I read about nooses (Such silly gooses). I read about pills (Such terminal thrills). I read about jumps (Such silly dunces). I read about ropes (Such dangling dopes). I read about guns (Such a one is gone). I read about blades (Such ********* bray). I don't dismiss you're under stress, But tell me who cleans up the mess.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Who Cleans Up The Mess
I read about nooses (Such silly gooses). I read about pills (Such terminal thrills). I read about jumps (Such silly dunces). I read about ropes (Such dangling dopes). I read about guns (Such a one is gone). I read about blades (Such ********* bray). I don't dismiss you're under stress, But tell me who cleans up the mess.
francie-lynch
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
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