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Post Suicidal
6.07.2006
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A bullet would feel so good right now. Or anything sharp that can pierce right through my emerald skin and my gullible ribs.
I'd like to see blood dripping from my left chest. Or right. It's so confusing.
Pain will be my greatest bliss.
I'm retreating to the little corner of my world. And with the last tear falling, I will breathe my last.
Start the countdown.
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