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(Created page with "By: Sandano Posted on: May 26, 2004 As I sit here, about to release myself from this mortal coil, I contemplate how fitting the word "coil" is. A coil, a cold piece of metal...") |
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vial of poison I hold in my left hand will erase my own existence, and with it, | vial of poison I hold in my left hand will erase my own existence, and with it, | ||
all the pain and worries that go with living. | all the pain and worries that go with living. | ||
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