SHE LEFT A NOTE BEFORE SHE SLIT HER WRISTS
SAYING ZEE IT�S YOU I MISS
YOUR WARM HUGS, THAT TENDER GENTLE KISS
IF YOU HAD LOVED ME, IT WOULD HAVE NEVER COME TO THIS
IT�S A SHAME THAT PAIN STILL EXISTS
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