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a Epitaph poem

I would go to the edge, all for my love
Can't tell that hes worth it by what he does
Arguments, nearly stabbing through my heart
Its sad this will tear us apart

Tayzia Treadwell really loved her some him
Gave it her all, she knew it wouldnt end
Catching multiple bullets to the face
But she stayed alive and stayed in the race

Crippled and all she could and would not fall
She sat still but jumped when her love would call
The everlasting blasting would go on
When they made love it was like real live porn

Had to tolerate a song and a dance
Through the pain she stood in a stable stance
Fist fights that led to more than just brawling
Not leaving, making excuses, stalling

Pressing for time, stopping the daily grind
Can't seem to focus cuz hes on my mind
And when ii pass you'll reminisce on times
But DON'T morn my death, just live in your prime