This gun's bullets are pointed towards my heart, and i hope you love me. You cry that you do, but I can see your tears dancing at the thought of my death. My life was always of the suicidal nature, and my thoughts have come to fruit. My knife has been dulled from over use, and my skin shows the marks. The blood on my floor and computer screen tell
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remember that.
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