I stood before you and
Despairingly cried,
“I love you, damn it! ”
But you just brushed me aside.
So broken hearted,
And torn inside,
Without remorse,
I committed suicide.
Then I saw you standing by my grave,
A few days after I had died,
“I love you damn it!
I truly do, I love you damn it”
You despairingly cried.
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