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MORBID THOUGHTS IN GRAY SKY
Pain can leave you
Wanting to commit suicide
Thank God, my sons are adults and
Their hunting guns are gone
Not fundamentally functional
Activities of daily living not met
Kids grown
"Happiness is a warm gun" the Beatles
Better to write it than do it.
10/29/2007 1820 cj
Wanting to commit suicide
Thank God, my sons are adults and
Their hunting guns are gone
Not fundamentally functional
Activities of daily living not met
Kids grown
"Happiness is a warm gun" the Beatles
Better to write it than do it.
10/29/2007 1820 cj
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MORBID THOUGHTS IN GRAY SKY
MORBID THOUGHTS IN GRAY SKY