Oh, the day you left me, was a bad, sad day.
I was sad, confused, and mad.
I didn't know what to do.
Now, as I lay down, writing this poem, I start to wonder...
Why did you leave me? Was it something I said? something I did?
Please, now, as I hold this pistol to my chest, still wondering when you are coming back, or are you coming back?
If you aren't, *cocks gun* then, I have no choice. But before I finish the job, I want you to know 1 thing.
I heart you, no matter what. But don't be sad anymore.
My life has consumed my last gasp of air. And I'm sorry, please, don't be sad.
It's not your fault. I hope you can forgive me.
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