one.
i saw you standing by the tree at her funeral. nobody knew you were the reason.
two.
she used to talk about you all the time. your laugh, your eyes, oh she was infatuated with your eyes. the night she walked in on you and her-she was completely silent.
three.
nobody knew if that was the reason she killed herself. but in her note it was the only thing she left out.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
one.
i saw you standing by the tree at her funeral. nobody knew you were the reason.
two.
she used to talk about you all the time. your laugh, your eyes, oh she was infatuated with your eyes. the night she walked in on you and her-she was completely silent.
three.
nobody knew if that was the reason she killed herself. but in her note it was the only thing she left out.
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