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Phone the Mental Hospital I think
My cousin is dead
He had so many drugs in his body
He was trying to kill something angry in his head
His heart stopped and his breath grew stale
he had a vacant emptied mind for sale
He told his grandmother please not to cry he promised her he wasn't trying to die
Only one sentence she would give
"you fucking son of a bitch you weren't trying to live"

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