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goodbye
In a haze of fear
The end is near
This is my last year
Soon i shall go my dear..
You'll miss me i hope
But i know you will cope
Please do not mope
As i look for the rope..
I could swallow tablets in bed
A bullet to my head
Or leave blood gush from my wrists instead
Don't you worry, i'll do it before we're wed..
A tear just fell f...
Wednesday 9th March 2011 2:36 pm
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