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Apr 2018
I want you to know that,
After you're found drowned in the bathtub,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found face down in your kitchen, poisoned,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found burned alive in your backyard,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found mauled in your Porsche,
It's not you. It's me.
Sorry babe, but I think it's time that you take a break.
It's over.
Written by
adriana  17/F/la
(17/F/la)   
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     julie and badtaste
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