What is it about you that I can’t erase?

So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb pussy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening.

Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.

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