It's getting dark, and just like every Thursday night, I'm gonna go leave marigolds at her grave. I leave my place after spending the day at home with a bouquet of marigolds, and i walk to the cemetery thinking of how much I hate her, and miss her. I leave them at her grave, feeling sad, and I notice you staring. I walk towards you, leaving the cemetery What, haven't you ever seen a sugar skull before? I'm a little annoyed, but mostly depressed and use to being stared at
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