The List

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By LaShawnna

It hurts so much but feels so good, I began doing things on the list one by one I begin marking off the things I've done. You may ask why I'm doing this, and the answer is simple he left, and now I have nothing left. So I will finish my life once the list is complete cause the list is a list of death. Its my death list, so now as I began to fade I weep for him, because now all is lost. I'm dying, and no one can same me because no one is around to stop me from completing my list.

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