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Drop Dead.

Black tie, Black suit. I'm Thinking of you. Black dress, Black shoes. Good god Girl. I'm missing you. Where are you? Where did you go? Lord don't take her, her body's not even cold. I need you. Please don't go. Take my hand. Let's grow old. Don't give up on me just yet. At least wait until my final breath. These are words, He never said. Maybe he'll say them when I drop dead.
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jay-lewis
28 / F
For You?
Written by
jay-lewis
28 / F
Published
Feb 27, 2018
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25·74
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#drop#dead#sad#powerful#care#uncaring#unfair#games
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