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Feb 2015
I'm sitting in class
bored to tears.

What's this I hear?
Your voice in my ears
and it is ever so clear.

Pulling me back to the night
Your love for me disappeared.

I knew when I found you with
that volunteer and
His **** in your rear.

I was hurt so severe.
We're never going to persevere.
The image of you as a souvenir.
Forever you will be a smear
As you failed to adhere.

I commandeered all the
*****, whiskey, and beer
From the cashier.

Driving in high gear
in my drunken sphere.

I went to the end of the pier.
Put that gun to my inner ear.

Pulling the trigger is near
when I hear in both ears,
"Class! Get out of here!"

As my peers cheer and clear
I am left to think of
My Greatest Fear

Adhere to me you have for
and entire year.

I love you my dear.

AO
Written by
Oetting
431
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