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May 2015
death  seems like a bad person to be
when it happens every one hates me

its my job to send you were you belong
if you dont like go sing a song

dont you think i feel bad for what
i do but it wasnt meant to hurt you

if your suffering no need to cry
but a the end of the day you

you are going to die it happens
everyday  but your life chooses

your way the way you lived so
long ago that day you died in the snow

your family misses you so
im sorry that you had to go

this is an apology from death
remember its only temporary

ill get you in january

                         sincerly,death
deasia monique lashay hall
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deasia monique lashay hall  georgia
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   stéphane noir
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