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i don't wanna hang, maybe some other day;
she never thought from the ceiling.
she didn't know what changed, she insisted,
but his mind became deranged and twisted.
his depression persisted,
and finally she understood.
they smiled as they tied the ropes,
content with giving away their last hopes.
her dreams were struggling, falling to the ground;
just like the two lovers, who'd just been found.
dead in their caskets, bound to the earth;
six feet under, bound to the dirt.
they were best friends, they did everything together;
even when they died, they did it together--
they'd do everything together,
forever and ever.
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