It happened after your death In that bad accident With your best friend And his girlfriend They came out alive And you did not So I stand here With this gun in my hand I think about you every day And I see your face in my dreams I now know that When you said you were pregnant That I did not want to hear it Our son could have grown up To be a doctor But it was your time to go And so I leave you With these words of love And leave this poem on Your Gravestone
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Birth sign: Pisces
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