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Break Up

The last thing I said to her was goodbye Who knew that day that she would die When the sun arose the day was mine As the moon comes up I can't stop crying I never thought it would be over so fast These last few weeks were a freaking blast We meet each other and fell head over heels But something told me this was not real It was to good to be true so I had my doubts Was all going great until she let the crazy out I feared for my life with how she would talk I envisioned my outline drawn in chalk So I had to tell her this would never work I was blunt and to the point like a jerk I told her how her crazy scared me bad She laughed as she left not feeling mad As she walked away she turned and said Remember me you jerk your good as dead So I did the only thing I could think to do I killed that chick in in my head with voodoo Come to find out I must be a freaking witch Cause later that day she was found in a ditch With a needle in her arm and a note in her hand "I'm to sad to go on thanks to a man named Dan" ~DM2~

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