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dread is a disease that spread through my body

like water in a sewer

and now that she is gone it feels like

i never knew her.

she died with one thought in her head

knowing that i loved her and i'll never forget

this is a pain that i'll never accept.

why did this happen does god

hate me 

because it feels like i'm being

drowned in a dark black sea.

thats ok cause iam done i'm going to bed

i'm going to see her with a bullet in my head.