A Plan

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By bLoOdY_tEaRs

Call my motehr say i'm sick Say i'm taking a nap drink some water hold a knife take a deep breath do the deed lay there silently my tears will fall my blood will be shed i'll take a breath then its over my pain is done my suffering over done forever...

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