Don't
Don’t take that knife
Don’t cut your wrist
Don’t place your teeth on your flesh
Don’t bite the skin
Don’t take the candle
Don’t burn your hand
Don’t stop eating
Don’t loose your weight
Don’t take the pills
Don’t lay the robe
Don’t think of the promise of death
Don’t go down the road
Don’t cut your wrist
Don’t place your teeth on your flesh
Don’t bite the skin
Don’t take the candle
Don’t burn your hand
Don’t stop eating
Don’t loose your weight
Don’t take the pills
Don’t lay the robe
Don’t think of the promise of death
Don’t go down the road
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| Auteur: phike | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 februari 2014 | ||
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