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You marveled at her beauty And began to turn chartreuse Poking fun at her Only made her think of a hangman's noose She bawled bitter tears But there was no turning back You fired insults Her cracking with every attack You made her life miserable Called her crybaby Never regretting anything She's spending a lot of time away from school lately Turns out she wasn't skipping, Actually she's dead And it seems that your words Were the very thing that took off her head So when you're at her funeral Weeping and wondering why Just remember That it was you who first made her cry
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
Crybaby
You marveled at her beauty And began to turn chartreuse Poking fun at her Only made her think of a hangman's noose She bawled bitter tears But there was no turning back You fired insults Her cracking with every attack You made her life miserable Called her crybaby Never regretting anything She's spending a lot of time away from school lately Turns out she wasn't skipping, Actually she's dead And it seems that your words Were the very thing that took off her head So when you're at her funeral Weeping and wondering why Just remember That it was you who first made her cry
Death is never the answer. There is ALWAYS a way out. Have faith. Keep going. You can make it.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
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