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No Acting Necessary
She took my hand and kissed me; I said, “No acting necessary,” So we took off into the night Nothing to guide us but the moonlight She slapped and screamed at me; “Did you ever love me?!” I turned to her and responded bluntly “No, acting was necessary,” Tears in her eyes, mascara running She wanted answers as I walked around humming A tune so cheerful for the mood A tune too cheerful for “a dude” She called me up late last night Tears in her eyes while the moon shown bright “Again, did you ever love me?” I responded, “No, acting was necessary.” Her parents yelled and slammed at the door They heard her scream and fall on the floor Her dad got a hammer and banged at the knob Her room was a mess, most like a slob But cleanliness was a talent of hers So why would she let her room conform? It was the depression and sadness she couldn't stand Her parents looked inside her hand Her wrist was slashed, her pulse was nothing Her death had come and gone already Her father took what she was holding And thought of the Boy as he was scolding A note they found with words just scrawled Messily written in an angry brawl With nerves of steel but still showing worry Her parents read on, “No, acting was necessary.”
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