Not Till Past Repair
cuz only when im past repair do they truley start to care u dont rly care till after im gone and i have to ask myself where were you when i was down on my knees blood driping from my thighs as I began to bleed yea you were hangin with the friends I couldnt keep too bad i lost you now you all'll be loosin me yea they dont rly care til far after ur gone and not even in death do u earn some respect poor Brianna Ghey she died for who she was yet not even in death will they give her respect so much hate, murder, maddness only when we're past repair do they truley start to care wait for us to be thrown in a casket give simpathy to the family you say your there but you dont really care not till its too late
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