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Dont Do It


Screaming at the top of my lungs DONT DO IT, a knife up the neck of my bestfriend death whispering so fluent, our child hood memorys come hit me like lightning, i know what your going threw my friend i know what we are fighting, you dont have to do this as god as my aid, so put it down and he did the life that i saved, so cherish the time as it goes, and help anyone who you think needs it who knows? you might meet someone special god will surely show.
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