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She Died And I Died To
{She Died And I Died To}
She was a beautiful
woman that I got
attached to very
quickly because she
would write little
poems that was like
a visionary fairytale
of what life could be
for me and her
But then my beautiful
beauty got really bad
sick as the day's
passed into the
darkest hours of the
nights my heart was
breaking into to see
her like this ...
Sunday 25th February 2018 11:24 am
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