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"Prove to me I’m not gonna die alone.
Put your arm around my collarbone,
And open the door.
Don’t lie to me if you’re putting the dog to sleep,
That pet you just couldn’t keep,
And couldn’t afford.
Well prove to me I’m not gonna die alone.
Unstitch that shit I’ve sewn,
To close up the hole that tore through my skin.
You said, “I can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alone,
But trust me to take you home,
To clean up that blood all over your paws."
Bonnie and Marauder have both done a terrible terrible thing.
Mar belongs to vibrates