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She got on the bus at seven. Her body was found at ten. What happened in those three hours Before he final breaths? The doctors said it was suicide The detectives called out ****** Never would a cause be found Because she wasn't dead. She wanted an escape, A simple, brand new, life. How did she do it, you ask? That, my dear, will forever be a secret.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Forever a Secret
She got on the bus at seven. Her body was found at ten. What happened in those three hours Before he final breaths? The doctors said it was suicide The detectives called out ****** Never would a cause be found Because she wasn't dead. She wanted an escape, A simple, brand new, life. How did she do it, you ask? That, my dear, will forever be a secret.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
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