Sam
That was my name
And here’s how I died
I was a young waitress
On route 76
At an old diner
I left work that night
Went home to my husband
Don’t even know why I loved him
Don’t even know how I fell in love with him
Maybe it was his charm
Or that lazy smile of his
Maybe it was the way he lied to me
And I’d always believe every single word
I remember that night
As if it was just yesterday
I came home
And he started yelling
Saying I was cheating on him
But I’d never cheat on him
Not even if he cheated on me
I was too busy yelling at him
Telling him how big of a liar he was
So oblivious to my surroundings
To questing why he had his hands behind his back
As he continued screaming at me
He started walking towards me
Till we were all but a foot away from each other
Faster than I could blink
His hands came out from behind his back
Using his favorite double edged knife
He stabbed it straight into my heart
I guess he had enough of me
Though I can’t figure out why
Sam
That was my name
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