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I would have forced a few more pills down her throat and let her parents watch as she OD'd right in front of them, foaming at the mouth and convusling. once her eyes rolled back into her head, I would look her parents in the eyes and say, Happy now ?
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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