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Oct 2018
Run, run, run.
If you're cought, you're done.
Keep a low profile.
Stay quiet for a while.
Don't mess around,
or you'll be found.
You destroyed your life,
when you stabbed her with that knife.
You just did a crime,
And it will stick with you forever in time.
You committed ******,
Because you got mad at her.
Continue to run and hide,
But the memory will forever play in your mind.
KittenKat1
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