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Jealousy Kills

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He made her jealous,
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked him, "Do you love me?"
On purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy like it were a game.
Little did he know it would never be the same.
His plan was working.
But he had no clue how wrong things would go,
or the damage he would do.
One night she broke down, feeling very alone.
Just her and a blade, no one else home.
She dialed his number, he answered, "Hello?"
She told him she loved him and hung up the phone.
He rushed to her house, minute too late.
He found her lying in blood, her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note, in it her confession of her love for this boy, her only obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt to the ground and cried as he grabbed her knife.
That night they both died.
She was found in his arms, both of them dead.
Under her note, in his hand writing it said, "I love her so...she never knew...all this time I loved her too!"



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