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(Before you read this, this is a fake event. It was a piece that I did for my Psychology class.) I was dumped by my girlfriend today It was sad some might say But to my surprise, I felt no sorrow Only anger entrenched me, filled me with hate For now was my mental debate I only saw two ways for this to be solved For me to forgive, or for her to be absolved I saw nothing that was in between It was time for dear old Jean, to be my queen In death she shall be mine Jean and I shall dine In death we are as one Our journey has just begun So I headed for Jean’s With a mind so keen She will be my queen Jean was asleep So in the house I must creep For I must not make a peep I went to the kitchen My plan nearly envisioned Jean is now dead Or at least they have said The doctors tell me I’m insane They say I’m not right in the brain I cry at nights in this here tomb For what I’ve done that brought her doom I don’t know why I killed her My emotions ran ramped Just one little thing and I snapped I wish I could take it back For now my mind has turned black My emotions are fragile like an egg And this is my plague
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
My Plague
(Before you read this, this is a fake event. It was a piece that I did for my Psychology class.) I was dumped by my girlfriend today It was sad some might say But to my surprise, I felt no sorrow Only anger entrenched me, filled me with hate For now was my mental debate I only saw two ways for this to be solved For me to forgive, or for her to be absolved I saw nothing that was in between It was time for dear old Jean, to be my queen In death she shall be mine Jean and I shall dine In death we are as one Our journey has just begun So I headed for Jean’s With a mind so keen She will be my queen Jean was asleep So in the house I must creep For I must not make a peep I went to the kitchen My plan nearly envisioned Jean is now dead Or at least they have said The doctors tell me I’m insane They say I’m not right in the brain I cry at nights in this here tomb For what I’ve done that brought her doom I don’t know why I killed her My emotions ran ramped Just one little thing and I snapped I wish I could take it back For now my mind has turned black My emotions are fragile like an egg And this is my plague
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
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