Murder

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Where is sun,
there is moon.
I took the gun,
and you were out.

I really miss you,
but i couldn't believe you.
You were liar,
who make in my heart fire.

Yes, I killed you physically,
but you killed my mentally.
You cheating on me,
and get me on my knee

I believed there is you and me.
But now I see.
I am not in your life,
so now I took a knife.

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