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the true smell of sweet ectasy

was just anticipation of impending doom

only something this terrible

would happen to me

if only i couldve met her a third time

but i dont know if i could handle it

we met a second time at the same place

i dont know if we were meant to meet again

i wish it wasnt true

we met and talked again

when i thought it was right i asked her

then it went downhill

she said shed love to

but she had to go

she said she was sick

it all came crashing down

i asked her how bad

she said pretty damn

i asked if i can help

she said just leave and never come look for me

she said the hospital

was so far away

i asked if i went there with you

 could we be together,for however long

she said

i dont want to hurt you

you should just keep on looking

just forget what couldve been

this damn sickness tore me apart

her literally and me mentally

i tried to forget her,but i cant

i saw her once more,at her funeral