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It's too late


I was just driving

Driving with her.

Starr.

Harry Potter.

My best friend.

My first kiss.

The girl that I loved

 

But this white cop pulled us over

Patted me down three times

He’s searching for something.

Something that could put me in jail.

But there’s nothin’ there

 

I checked on Starr.

Wanna to see if she’s ok

 

BAM BAM BAM

 

I got shot three time

It’s too late.

She’s screaming

Crying.

 

But it’s too late.

 
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