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A life only surpassed by its worth,
Angelic hands God givin since birth,
Face of a beautiful queen,
But a mind like a thief,
Scandelious and ready to beef..
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Alone he alwase be,
And this will not change,
Simply put-things will rearange,
People will become friends,
Friends will become enemys,
Homies will die clinicly,
But she will alwase stay,
Imbedded in my brain,
Like coffie stains,
On a clean white rug,
No one warned him,
About the dangers from the start,
The fact that she can stop the Chambers In Your Heart.
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