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SmileyJoe
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My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone. My legs are dangling off the edge, a stomach full of pills didn't work again. I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone. I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky, like a bird so high. Oh, I might just try.