I don't remember her looking like how she does now when I first met her
Then again, I could've had better
Been through ethnics like I had no ethics
Some would call her the best bitch they ever had, to me she wasn't worthy of my last letters
Her eyes were the sun setters... always felt it would be better a couple years ahead
I would have the time to focus, and she would turn hopeless
Get out of bed, and get to me before it got to this
Because every time I write about her, I feel like I'm losing
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