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You've got blood on your hands I don't think they are yours because there's a body on the ground Lying an inch away from where you now stand That must be the poor John doe Smitten and broken at the same time What has he done what are his crimes? He must have ****** the gods off to deserve such a life Oh poor John doe I blame you for this unfortunate incident Why smell when you knew you were not interested Ye wicked tree why extend a branch to help when you had no strength I feel so sorry for John Doe He knew you were so far yet he reached and took a leap of faith He placed his bet on luck which ran out the middle of the way He gave it all he got which was his all but you still didn't reciprocate Now he's got nothing left oh poor John Doe
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
Poor John Doe
You've got blood on your hands I don't think they are yours because there's a body on the ground Lying an inch away from where you now stand That must be the poor John doe Smitten and broken at the same time What has he done what are his crimes? He must have ****** the gods off to deserve such a life Oh poor John doe I blame you for this unfortunate incident Why smell when you knew you were not interested Ye wicked tree why extend a branch to help when you had no strength I feel so sorry for John Doe He knew you were so far yet he reached and took a leap of faith He placed his bet on luck which ran out the middle of the way He gave it all he got which was his all but you still didn't reciprocate Now he's got nothing left oh poor John Doe
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18/M/Never-never land
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
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