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She was crazy,
Let me rephrase that,
She was wild and adventurous,
She was of course a wild child,
And she had a gypsy soul and grunge heart to blame,
We all knew,
But we didn't know she was this far into the game,
The parties, the alcohol, the drugs i had had enough,
So she sobered up, stayed clean, and hasn't been to a party since prom,
Now she's dead,
And I realize she did all those things because she wanted have memories of her wild days to look back on while she laid on her death bed,
Maybe the things you think are killing someone aren't really killing g that person,
That is my theory.

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