Death

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Im getting in the white dress

Im sobbing on the floor

Im grabbing the flowers

Im grabbing the bullets

Im walking down the hall in the church

Im grabbing the gun

I see him

I scream

I get next to him

I feel the gun on my head

I feel the ring slip on my finger

Im going to shoot

He takes me away

Im bleeding on the floor.

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