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Roses are red
Violets are blue
You may think I'm crying

Guess what I'm
not I may
Cry for you

When I see your
Dead body on
The ground or in the bed

I will get mad
And don't talk
To people.

Your pictures
In my scrapbook
Is what keeps me alive

Even when I have a councilor to talk to most of the time I'm I just want to talk to you

I miss you now
I miss you forever
I miss you until the day I die.



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