15
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She was 15 when she left for good.
A one up for the death toll in the hood.
Mother tried to warn her that he was no good.
A fleeting moment became the end for her.
Five Hundred, Twenty-Five Thousand, Six Hundred Minutes...
Times Three.
That's how long I must endure this ache in my chest.
All I want is you.
Your heart.
Your Love.
