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"I don't think I can take it any more, Reese.
You're too safe and boring, our kid and place are corny.
We need a break for at least like eighty mornings...
Fuck that... maybe eternity is more spacing for me...." CLICK.

She and Jake were highschool sweethearts, those nights laced with horny
escapades and lazy warring with the latent bustle of educated performing.
They concieved on prom night, a pudge made graduation annoying.
Oh, congradulations on your bastard! If only it was ever that blatantly warming...
But Jake stuck by, enjoying her company til that first baby boy scream.
"I can't take this shit, Reese! There's a b-ball club and I'm joining!
I refuse to watch that little shit come before me!"
Jake's demons were forming... but Reese played her part like Mama taught.
Laboring more than not, "Ends must meet for rice and meat to see table cloth..."
Yea, yea...

She made all for naught.

"I worked this telemarketer job for you, Jake!" She gave the cradle a rock.
"I saved with you for us, Jake!" pushing harder, Junior startled and shocked...
"I gave you all of me, Jake!" A violent shove sent the cradle off, tossed to the wall.
A loud wailing filled the nursery. "Josh!"
She recovered the newborn and sent him to live with her mom.

Okay, motherfucker. You don't just dump me! Something is wrong...
Checking Jake's Facebook wall, comments sprawling his log.
Melanie? "The Queen of our prom?"
Is she better than me? "She better at getting you off?!"

Then she read his relationship status: Engaged
Status: "Getting married in May! Who's seeing me cross
into the bliss of this ceremonious day?"

She vomitted uncontrollably, with a weakening sway.
"I'll show you! I'll show... BLEEEHH! You're dying TODAY!

Or... "This could be an exercise in a glory retained,
A prospering against said odds, and in turn, having a laugh in it's face."
But then... "I could commit suicide and make him mourn at my wake!
The ultimate sacrifice could be payback; his Karmic exchange!"
And so, she set out to plunge him into the dark pits of pain.
The only thoughts fit were bought this whole hard fifth and pain
killers to bring forthwith more shit than he can hardly retain!
It'll be awesome to see raw bitch in poor pissed display,
After he forfeits his whore miss, his chorus will change!

A dozen sleepers ingested, patron the perfect confection,
Nodding,eternally, as she'd expected... til the alarm arrested her resting.
"What the fuck?! No angels or demons? Gold or fire?"
Time to rethink this 'death' thing. Maybe the next wouldn't be vexing...

3 attempts, 2 slice wrists, and one concussion later,
C'est la vie! Who knows, maybe it'll hit the paper?
She cannonballs off the overpass, turning her joyful cry to vapors,
Impailing a limo- limbs broken, but Mel and Jake met undertakers.

Los Angeles Times: "Just Married Couple Killed by Suicidal Stranger"