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Too Late
Quivering, and alone,
She's dying now,
Covered in guilt, she can't hide the truth for long,
She shakes painfully,
With checkered prints, marked in red
Played out perfectly to every peice
Defeated at her own game.
Don't go, don't go, she wispers...
Crying, into the phone,
Listening to the ring tone,
She understands now, it's too late to go back,
One pill, two pills, thirty of these discusting yellow Pills...
awwwwwwwww