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this sad gangsta cry's her heart she has died. a man that once left her feeling alone at night. she looks up at the sky trying to hide her sadness by getting high. she put in the clip and takes another hit as a tear goes down her face she holds the gun in place she pulls the trigger the bullet cuts through like a knife she lays there in a puddle of blood she has takin her life. she wrote a note an put it in her hand telling him how she wanted to be his only woman. he read the note and took her quote her blood shed from the bullet to his head our love i tryed to save so i guess i have to take it to my grave.

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