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Dec 2013
I cry,
I don't know why,
I guess it's because you decided to die.
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You are gone,
And I don't know how or why.
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Your parents won't tell me a thing,
I feel it, I feel that horrible sting.
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Come back to me!
Come back to me!
My heart doth sing!
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You are gone,
And it must be true,
Because I am not with you.
Danielle
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Danielle  Texas
(Texas)   
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