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| Suicidal Dreams My horse died today, the only reason I woke every morning,was to see him. He's gone now, so there isn't really any reason to keep living. That knife I found would work great. It'll be quick and dirty. No one will notice till morning. By then it'll be too late. Tom and I will finally be reunited, we were meant to be together, me,him , and our horses. We can go riding along the beach again. We'll be together, finally. Right after I do it. It wil be over soon dont worry Tommy, Im coming Meaghan Whalen |
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