Rip my heart out Soldier.

Can you believe it, I'm leaving in three days?

How could I, I didnt have a say

I'll miss you babe.

When you get there write me a letter kay?

Just like me coming to school the letters came late.

Happiness struck yet knowing this wasn't fate.

Letter after letter, I began to question.

What is  up with all of his obsession?

Commitment, commitment, continued commitment

leading down to marraige.

What was this? Pshychotic depression?

Test of times through thick and thin ticked.

Fire danced from his words, jealousy took over the link.

Deception. Lies. They were all clear now. 

Marriage lead to money, how i could not see.

There are more girls in this equation other than me. 


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