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Sep 2015
She's crashing, get a crash cart
The pain was too great
Push one of epinephrine
She was flying so high
Set to two fifty
Until the heart break
Clear!
Then she crashed,
Nothing, set to three hundred!*
Love was so beautiful
Clear!
How did it end up killing her?
*Nothing.... Time of death?
I loved adding the medical terminology!!
Rj
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