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What Now...
She was 18 years old, the beautifulest thing on the face of this planet, not a day would go by without me thinking about her, I always pictured that we would meet somewhere, at a party or downtown, because we always did, I didn't know how to express it, god I loved her, sometimes I would blow her off because I wasn't feeling right, now she's dead, what happens now, I should have told her not to drink, but I didn't expect anything to happen to her, now she's gone I walk around sometimes thinking she might be around the corner, but she never is, she was so beautiful and so nice, what is life.
Miss you love,
Angel's magik lite,
Guide me god,
Zainab Till we meet again...
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"How we don't fall is how we land."
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