I can't lose her

She's my beginning, she will be my end. For she is the one and only one for me, my brokenheart will mend. She's beautiful in more ways than one, she my special little someone. But, sadly, a witch has come to tear us apart. I don't want us to go down badly. So I am here to the grave to dig. though the witch that is trying to tear us apart is as fake as Donald Trump's wig.

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