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Feb 2011
I killed you but I never touched your soul
I never drilled that hole
I never even wanted to take that kind of toll
You came to me
You made us one, two, three
And then I was out
We were through
And I never meant to bring this all to you.
Time was up
You were done
And I,
Myself,
Handed you the gun.
Melanie Anne Paulos
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Melanie Anne Paulos  27/F/Atlanta, GA
(27/F/Atlanta, GA)   
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