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The boy went by Samuel and the girl by Beth He planned for his future while she awaited her death Never a likely couple, they put romance to the test She had cuts on her wrists and a void in her heart Still, he thought she was gods finest work of art There were years of love, of picnics and fun Never would you guess their romance would be done But he thought he could fix her, rid her of her vice When he couldn't, he felt his love couldn't suffice Beth's cuts were deep and Sam's patience, thin, One more slice and his temper would give in, She tried to stop but still resisted the change, She found his love exceedingly strange It couldn't be taken, and alas she cut He began stammering in rage, screaming, "WHAT" He ran to the shed, knowing what he'd find there And hoisted the axe, high into the air Sam ran her down and looked her in the eye And brought the axe down, screaming, "If you want to die, die"
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Samuel and Elizabeth
The boy went by Samuel and the girl by Beth He planned for his future while she awaited her death Never a likely couple, they put romance to the test She had cuts on her wrists and a void in her heart Still, he thought she was gods finest work of art There were years of love, of picnics and fun Never would you guess their romance would be done But he thought he could fix her, rid her of her vice When he couldn't, he felt his love couldn't suffice Beth's cuts were deep and Sam's patience, thin, One more slice and his temper would give in, She tried to stop but still resisted the change, She found his love exceedingly strange It couldn't be taken, and alas she cut He began stammering in rage, screaming, "WHAT" He ran to the shed, knowing what he'd find there And hoisted the axe, high into the air Sam ran her down and looked her in the eye And brought the axe down, screaming, "If you want to die, die"
Moral of the Story: You can't expect to "fix" someone who's depressed, it's just part of who they are. I constructed this on a long car ride, so I understand it's sloppily constructed, please bare with me.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
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