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What the hell was i thinking. i had the girl of my dreams. i tore her apart and not from the seams. No stitches could help. No sound worse then her yelps. The blood sweat and tears that she weeped. What the hell was i thinking. Just letting her sink. No reaching out my hand like they were linked. I just stared as you left. Now i am staring at death. As i jump of this cliff
poem by- Presidenttal
