Now that I’m gone, you can sing your song, a song that I dread, to know that your happy I’m dead. I wish you the best for this upcoming test of trial and fear, cus your all still my dears. You were the girls, the friends, the sisters, the ones that I cherished before this big twister. I killed myself to make you understand, that all I wanted was your comforting hand, there are hands to be held, and tears to be cried, about the fifteen year old girl, who abruptly died
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