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April 11, 2014

"Die."

No. "Yes."

"Drown."

Please, don't. "Fine."

"Hang."

Stop, just stop. "Okay."

"Cut."

I must plead you. "Yes."

"Burn."

I beg all of you. "Fine."

"Just stop.

Die when designated,

Drown with love,

Hang with friends,

Cut the tension,

Burn their words.

Just love."

"Okay."

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