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Mar 2013
We are set to die
Today
Whether it is written in the stars
Or the fate of our blood
We fought till the end
And till the end she chose you
She haunted me in my last hour
She told me maybe
She told me if
But reality is,
It was always you Brother
I will always be the dead expectations
The secret hero of the night
And I know she loves you brother,
But my love wants to fight
And in our last hour,
She chose you.
Oh how sweet is Death?

Every look in her eyes was a breath
I was there for her when you weren't!
She cried into my chest over my own blood
She kissed me
And I left her not remembering you
How could you come back and take that from me?
How am I supposed to forget lips like those

She is a curse,brother
No, love is a curse, brother
And when I die, it will have won
Though,
Death has chosen me
And for that, I love her
Heather Weeks
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Heather Weeks  20/F/Monroe LA
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